“Where are you going in Bellaire?” he questioned.
Virginia cogitated for a moment. She couldn’t tell the story her father had told her, yet she must answer his kindly question.
At length, “The cats and I are going to live with my uncle,” said she.
“He lives in Bellaire?”
“Yes, but I’ve never seen him. I’ll find him, though, when I get there.”
It didn’t occur to the man to ask the name of her relatives, and Jinnie was glad he did not.
“Perhaps I shall see you some time in the city,” he responded to her statement. Jinnie hoped so; oh, how she hoped she might see him again!
“Mebbe,” was all she said.
“You see I live there with my mother,” continued the man. “Our home is called Kinglaire. My name is King.”
Virginia lifted her head with a queer little start.