"She must be worried frantic because you don't come home. Tell me about her so I can find her and tell her you are not lost."
"Got no mothers," said Bobby after a long pause.
"Who are you? What's the rest of your name?"
"Bobby North, little imp."
The lady didn't like that: she almost frowned.
"You're not that at all. Who ever told you so?"
"Supe'tendent at the Home said so."
"Oh," said the lady, taking in her breath quickly, "then you're—"
The Lady Who Likes Little Boys stopped: then she put her arms about Bobby and squeezed till he squirmed.