"I must go, Mrs. Price," said Anderson; "but I'll be back again as soon as possible."
"Tell me first, George," said the widow, "how your mother is."
"I haven't been to see her for a few days, but she wrote to say that both the children who were rescued from the fire a few days back are doing fairly well. The boy was bad at first, but is now recovering."
"Ah! that was a brave deed," said Price in a voice of the greatest admiration.
"And did she tell you the names of the poor little critters?"
"She did. Connie was the name of one——"
"Connie?" cried Sue, springing to her feet.
"Sit down, Cinderella, and keep yourself quiet," cried Pickles.
George Anderson gave the queer little girl who went by this name a puzzled glance.
"Yes," he said briefly, "Connie was the name of one, and Ronald the name of the other. I never saw a more beautiful little creature in all the world than Connie."