“What is your name, little one?”
“Nina: What is yours?”
“Frank,” replied the other smiling. “What is your mother’s name, pretty Nina?”
“Mamma. What is yours?”
“What is her other name beside mamma?”
“Papa calls her Agnes,” lisped the child.
“Agneth,” said the man; “and what, pretty one, is thy father’s name?”
“Tell me the name of yours first.”
“I have no papa, little one.”
“No papa!”