The next day, as she was sitting in Herbert's chamber, she said: “Herbert, you don't look at all like your brother.”
“Do you mean Abner, Miss Stone?” Herbert asked.
“Yes; have you any other brother?”
“Abner is not my brother at all.”
“How, then, do you happen to be traveling together?”
“Because we've both run away.”
“I am sorry to hear that. I don't approve of boys running away. Where do you live?”
“In New York.”
“In New York!” repeated Miss Stone, much surprised. “Surely, you have not walked from there?”
“No, Miss Stone; I was stolen from my home in New York about a month ago, and left at Abner's house. It was a poor cabin, and very different from anything I was accustomed to. I did not like Mr. and Mrs. Barton; but Abner was always kind to me.”