“Oh, I don’t know what he does now.”
“Has he gone away, then?”
“Yes, years and years ago. He went to heaven, you know, and I don’t know what they do there.”
“Poor boy!”
“And we used to be very rich when I was young, and had lots of carriages, and lots of fine things, but now——”
The lad sighed, and a tear glistened in his eye.
“Now,” he added, with all the frankness of boyhood, “I think mother is just pretty poor, though she never says so.”
“Well, now I must let you go. Will you come and see me here to-morrow at twelve?”
“What! do you live here?”
“No, but I’m going to.”