"How's your aunt—your aunt—I forget her name."
"Aunt Leah. She's gone to Liverpool."
"What for?"
"She lives there; she has opened a branch store of granma's business.
Who are you?" concluded Ezekiel candidly.
"You won't remember me," said Esther. "Tell me, your aunt is called Mrs.
Levine, isn't she?"
"Oh yes, but," with a shade of contempt, "she hasn't got any children."
"How many brothers and sisters have you got?" said Esther with a little laugh.
"Heaps. Oh, but you won't see them if you go in; they're in school, most of 'em."
"And why aren't you at school?"
The Redeemed Son became scarlet. "I've got a bad leg," ran mechanically off his tongue. Then, administering a savage thwack to his hoop, he set out in pursuit of it. "It's no good calling on mother," he yelled back, turning his head unexpectedly. "She ain't in."