"A song! How's that?"
"Sometimes he is gay—full of jokes and laughter, sometimes he is sad, and I cry softly to myself in bed; but he is always beautiful, you know—like a song."
"And your mother?"
"It is Lonely Sometimes"
"I haven't got a mother," replied Sophy sadly. "That's where I'm only half like other little girls. My mother was frightened, and so was the little brother who was coming to play with me. They were both frightened, and so they ran away back again to God. I wish they had stayed—it is lonely sometimes."
"But you have your father."
"Yes, only father is away all day, and I sit such a lot at our window."
"But you have no pain, have you?" Mr. Waldron questioned with interest.
"No," answered Sophy, sighing faintly. "Only a pain in my little mind."
"Ah! my pain is in my toe, and I expect hurts a deal more than yours. What's your father about that he leaves you alone and doesn't have you seen to, eh?"