Mercy laughed again.
"No, sir, you don't know my face.

I only came last night," she said.
"God bless my soul! God bless my soul! Fine young woman! fine young woman! glad to see you,--glad, glad.

Girls good for nothing, nothing, nothing at all, nowadays," jerked on the queer old gentleman, still shifting rapidly from one foot to the other, and beating time continuously with his cane, but looking into Mercy's face with so kindly a smile that she felt her heart warm with affection towards him.
"Your father come with you?
Come to stay?
I'd like to know ye, child.

Like your face,--good face, good face, very good face," continued the inexplicable old man.

"Don't like many people.