“My name is Prudence—” She hesitated.
“Prudence—what?”
“I—I lost my mind of it.” She looked at him hopefully, to be prompted.
“Prudence Rae.”
She repeated the name, doubtingly, “Prudence Rae?”
“Yes—remember now—Prudence Rae. You are my little girl—Prudence Rae.”
“But you’re not my really papa—he’s went far off—oh, ten ninety miles far!”
“No, Prudence—God is your Father in heaven, and I am your father on earth—”
“But not my papa!”
“Listen, Prudence—do you know what you are?”