“In Melbourne.”
“That’s in Australia.”
“Yes, miss.”
“How long since you came to New York?”
“I guess it’s about three years.”
“And you have always had this man as a guardian? Poor boy!”
“You’ve got a different father from me, miss?”
Tears forced themselves to the eyes of Florence, as this remark brought forcibly to her mind the position in which she was placed.
“Alas!” she answered, impulsively, “I am alone in the world!”
“What! ain’t the old gentleman that lives here your father?”