Peter glanced down at the little black head that promised to think up a thousand questions.
"I was wondering where to go."
"Lawsy! is you los' yo' way?"
He stroked the little head with a rush of self-pity.
"Yes, I have, son; I've completely lost my way."
The child twisted his head around and peered up alongside Peter's arm. Presently he asked:
"Ain't you Mr. Peter Siner?"
"Yes."
"Ain't you de man whut's gwine to ma'y Miss Cissie Dildine?"
Peter looked down at his small companion with a certain concern that his marriage was already gossip known to babes.