"Haven't you seen her? De little girl downstairs."
"I haven't seen her. Tell me about her."
Clip described her as well as he could, and succeeded in conveying to Bob a general idea of her appearance, and that of the woman who had charge of her.
Bob listened, thoughtfully.
"You don't think the little girl was any relation to the woman, Clip?" he said.
"No, Massa Bob; no more'n you is relation to me. De girl was a little lady, and de woman was awful ugly."
"Did the little girl say anything in your hearing?"
"She asked to be taken back to her fader."
Suddenly there came into Bob's mind the story about a little girl abducted from St. Louis.