"The stage set her down just now," put in the other man.
"And you thought Miss Fortune would meet you, did you?"
"Yes, Sir; she was to meet me and take me home."
"Take you home! Are you going to Miss Fortune's home?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Why, you don't belong to her, any way, do you?"
"No, Sir," said Ellen, "but she's my aunt."
"She's your what?"
"My aunt, Sir my father's sister."
"You father's sister! You ben't the daughter of Morgan
Montgomery, be you?"