As it was, I kept on asking, and finally, from a child who could hardly speak on account of youth, I discovered the house which I sought.

It was a little hut set back behind a yard of growing corn.

I had inquired at the houses on either side and at the house across the road, as also of a man working in the corn in the yard itself.

But everyone had been profoundly ignorant of the boy's existence.

Walking up to the house, I found the door open, and the mother and the little girl within.