"What's your name?" inquired Elsie.
"Lenwilla Ellawea Schilling," returned the child, straightening herself up with an air of importance; "mother made it herself."
"I should think so," replied Elsie, with a sparkle of fun in her eye.
"And your mother is Mrs. Schilling, is she?"
"Yes, and pap, he's dead, and my brother's named Corbinus."
"What do they call you for short?"
"Willy, and him Binus."
"Where do you live?"
"Over yonder," nodding her head towards the opposite side of the street. "Mother's comin' over to see you some time. I guess I'll be going now." And away she went.
"What did that child want?" asked Miss Stanhope, coming out just in time to see the little maiden pass through the gate.
"Nothing but to look at and question me, I believe." Elsie answered, with an amused smile.