128 Katie Summers.

could find somebody, but she didn’t remember
who it was. She couldn’t tell what her father’s
occupation was, but she said he used to write a
ereat deal; and sometimes he would go away
for a week, and then come back again, and bring
her a doll or some other toy. She didn’t know
what her mother’s name was, except Fanny.
Her father always called her Fanny, and nobody
ever came to see them, so she hadn’t heard her
called by any other name. And that was all
they found out from the little girl after many
questions.

“T can’t quite make it out,” said Mrs. Summers
to her husband; “the child speaks so nicely, and
in every way seems above the class she appears
to belong to. There must be some mystery
attached to her, I think. And the woman too;
did you observe what an exceedingly beautiful
and delicate face she had? Perhaps she has
some papers about her which will tell us who
she is.” However, nothing was found, except