He rang the bell, and the proprietor, a hard-favored woman of fifty, came to open it.
“How do you do, Mrs. Blodgett?” said Tony.
Why, it’s Tony,” said the woman, not unkindly. “Where have you been this long time?”
“In the country,” answered our hero.
And where is your father?”
“Do you mean the man I used to be with?”
“Yes. He was your father, wasn’t he?”
“No. He was no relation of mine,” said Tony, hastily. “We used to go together, that is all.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know exactly. We had a falling out, and we’ve parted.”