"Dead," Sue answered, cheerfully.
"'Way up in heaven," said Socky, as he pointed aloft with his finger.
"And your father?"
"Gone away," said the boy. "I give him all my money—more'n a dollar."
"And you live at Lost River camp?"
Socky nodded.
"Are they good to you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I wonder why he doesn't come?" said Miss Dunmore, impatiently.
"'Fraid—maybe," Sue suggested.