arms clasped so tightly about the captain's neck that they choked him. When he loosened them, he drew her to his knee and laid her curly head against his cheek, answering, in a broken voice, "Leave you, deary? Not while I live. Not while you will stay with the old blind man, who can't even see to what sort of a home he has brought his pet."
"Why, to the nicest home ever was. Can't be a nicer nowhere, not any single where. Not even on that big avenue where such shiny people as him live. Why, we've got a hull house to ourselves, haven't we?"
"Child, stop. Tell me exact, as you never told before. Is Elbow Lane a 'slum'?"
"'Deed I don't know, 'cause I never heard tell of a 'slum' 'fore. It's the cutest little street ever was. Why, you can 'most reach acrost from one side to the other. Me an' Billy has often tried. It's got the loveliest crook in it, right here where we be; an' one side runs out one way an' t'other toward the river. Why, grandpa, Posy Jane says onct--onct, 'fore anybody here