"Well, child, he died." Jo made the plunge and looked for the results.
"Yes, I think I knew he was dead. Did you know my father, Mamsey?"
Again Jo plunged.
"Yes, child, long ago. He must have been bringing you to me when something happened. Then you were ill and the Sisters took you——"
"But why did they not bring me to you?" Donelle was clinging to every word.
"I think they did not know. You forgot what had happened. Your father was dead——"
"Yes, I see. But always I was trying to get away. Many times I did get out of the gates, but always they found me until the time when I found you. Things happen very queer sometimes."
Then, quickly changing the subject;
"Mamsey, did you know my mother, too?"
"Yes, child." And now poor, honest, simple Jo Morey bent her head over the loom.