Mrs. Mayton grew vigilant at once, and dropped her book.
"Who is your Uncle Harry, little boy?"
"He's Uncle Harry; don't you know him? He can make nicer whistles than my papa can. An' he found a turtle——"
"Who is your papa?" interrupted the old lady.
"Why, he's papa—I thought everybody knew who he was."
"What is your name?" asked Mrs. Mayton.
"John Burton Lawrence," promptly answered Budge.
Mrs. Mayton wrinkled her brows for a moment, and finally asked:—
"Is Mr. Burton the uncle you are looking for?"
"I don't know any Mr. Burton," said Budge, a little dazed; "uncle is mamma's brother, an' he's been livin' at our house ever since mamma and papa went off visitin', an' he goes ridin' in our carriage, an'——"