He was immediately pounced upon by his curious chum, and plied with all manner of questions.

By degrees Thad "pumped him dry," and there was nothing more to tell.
"We'll have to wait until she comes back to her senses," Hugh finally remarked sagely, "before we'll be able to learn anything definite about them, mother and the doctor both say." "And she's actually out of her head, is she, right now ?" Thad demanded.
"Yes, and keeps on saying the same thing over and over, just as if it might have been in her mind so much lately.

She keeps on pleading with someone she calls grandfather, and begging him not to put them out of his heart and home, for little Joey's sake--it's always little Joey she's worrying about and not herself.

The doctor says she was utterly exhausted by want of sustaining food, added to anxiety and the exposure she had suffered." "But where could she have come from, Hugh?
She has never been in Scranton, you said that, and I never saw her before either.

You told me the little boy can only say his name is Joey Walters; and honest to goodness, Hugh, there isn't a single family of that name in or around this town that I ever heard of." "They've been trying to get some clues out of the little chap," continued Hugh, "but without much success.