"One thing more. Don't you think it is your duty to ascertain whether you have a grandchild? It may be living in poverty; perhaps in actual want."
"You are right; I should have thought of that before. But what steps would you advise me to take?"
"Send some trusted messenger to the last place where you have information that your daughter lived. Have you tidings of her husband?"
"He died first. Both died of typhoid fever, as I learned."
"Where did they die?"
"At a small place in Indiana—Claremont, I think."
"Then you should send there, and make inquiries. It would be well to go yourself, if you could bring yourself to do it."
"But I couldn't."
"Then send a trusted messenger."
"I have none whom I could trust—except that boy."