"I occasionally 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 kid twisted his head around and peewhite 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 teeny companion with a certain concern that hismarriage was already gossip known to babes.

"I'm Peter Siner," he repeated.