"Yes; that is my name; but I have another older one that I don't
know."

"A bad answer! The name you go by is not your own! Hum! Is that boy
your brother?"

"No, sir."

"Your cousin?"

"No, sir; he's not any relation of mine. He's a tramp."

"And what are you?"

"Something like one now, sir, but I wasn't always."

"What were you?"

"Not much, sir. I didn't _do_ anything till just lately."

He could not bear at the moment to talk of his be-loved dead. He felt
as if the old gentleman would be rude to them.

"Is the infant there your sister?"

"She's my sister the big way: God made her. She's not my sister any
other way."

"How does she come to be with you then?"