“Yes you have, little one; God is your father.”
“Did He send you to fetch me?” she asked in surprise.
“I have not the smallest doubt,” answered Robin, “that He sent us to take care of you, and take you to your mother if that be possible. But tell me, little one, what is your name?”
“Letta.”
“And your surname?”
“My what!” exclaimed Letta, opening her large eyes to their widest, causing both Sam and Robin to laugh.
“Your other name, dear,” said Sam.
“I have no other name. Mamma always called me Letta—nothing else.”
“And what was mamma’s name?” asked Robin.
“It was mamma, of course,” replied Letta, with a look of wonder that so silly a question should be asked.