“Looked like her,” said Edwin, shrinking back a little. “Leastways—”
“What was she dressed in?” asked Maria, eagerly.
“I didn't see as she had nothin' on.”
“You great gump!” said Gladys, shaking him energetically. “Of course she had something on.”
“She had a big doll.”
“What did she have on? You answer me this minute!” said Gladys.
“She might have had on a blue dress,” admitted Edwin, with a frantic grasp at his memory, “but she didn't have nothin' on her, nohow. Leastways—”
“Oh!” sobbed Maria, “she did wear her little blue dress this morning. She did! Was her hair light?”
“Yes, it were,” said Edwin, quite positively. “Leastways—”
“It was Evelyn,” sobbed Maria. “Oh, poor little Evelyn, all alone in New York! She never went but once with Her and me, and she wouldn't know where to go. Oh, oh!”