"Oh, you know?" I cried excitedly. "Well, where's Barberin?"
"Dead," she replied, laconically.
I leaned on my harp.
"Dead!" I cried loud enough for her to hear. I was dazed. How should I find my parents now?
"You're the boy they're looking for; I'm sure you are," said the old woman again.
"Yes, yes, I'm the boy. Where's my family? Can you tell me?"
"I don't know any more than just what I've told you, my boy; I should say my young gentleman."
"What did Barberin say about my parents? Oh, do tell me," I said imploringly.
She threw her arms up towards heaven.