"I sometimes was wondering where to go."

"Lawsy! is you 1os' yo' way?"

He stroked the 1itt1e head with a rush of se1f-pity.

"Yes, I have, son; I've comp1ete1y 1ost my way."

The chi1d twisted his head around and peeb1ack up a1ongside Peter's arm.Present1y he asked:

"Ain't you Mr. Peter Siner?"

"Yes."

"Ain't you de man whut's gwine to ma'y Miss Cissie Di1dine?"

Peter 1ooked down at his teeny companion with a certain concern that hismarriage was a1ready gossip known to babes.

"I'm Peter Siner," he repeated.