"I loved him better than I loved anybody, and Uncle John loved him."
"Was he ever in this room?"
"Yes. He has been many times in this chair in which you and I are sitting; he used to love to hear me play on that piano; and we used to walk in the garden together, and he called me 'Prue' and not Aunt Prue, as you do."
"Aunt Prue!" the child's voice was frightened. "I know who your story is about."
"Your dear papa!"
"Yes, my dear papa!"
"And aren't you glad he is safe through it all, and God his forgiven him?"
"Yes, I'm glad; but I'm sorry he was in that prison."
"He was happy with you, afterward, you know. He had your mamma and she loved him, and then he had you and you loved him."
"But I'm sorry."