Mary looked thoughtful a moment, and then replied, in a confident tone, "Boston."
Oscar could not help laughing at this amusing mistake, and Mary, feeling hurt at the liberty he took, began to move away; but he held her by the hand, saying:
"No, don't go yet, Sissy—you got my name almost right, after all. Cousin Oscar Preston, from Boston,—that was what you meant to say, was n't it?"
"Yes," replied Mary.
"Now tell me what your name is?" continued Oscar.
"Mary Preston," she replied.
"And how old are you?"
"I 'm going to be six next winter," she answered, with animation.
"Very well,—you 're a smart little girl," replied Oscar.
"How old be you?" inquired Mary, now turning the table upon her questioner.