"Yes, sir," answered Scott. "She died when I was but five years old."
"Poor Lucy, poor girl!" said the old man, sighing. "And your father?"
"He is dead, too. He died but a few weeks since on the ship that brought us over from Liverpool."
"And there were no other children?"
"No, I was the only one."
"Mr. Lawton," said Loammi, who had been listening impatiently, "you must excuse me, as I must go upstairs and prepare for dinner."
Mr. Lawton scarcely noticed Loammi's unceremonious exit, he was so occupied with Scott.
"So you are my cousin, too," he said, in a softened voice. "I never saw you before, but I know I shall like you. You have a look like your mother."
"I was thought to look like mother," said Scott.