Where did you stay last night ?" "I sat under a tree," said I, "in the yard--up where we used to live." "And where did you get breakfast ?" she asked.
"I wasn't hungry," I answered.

"I've been hunting for my mother since daylight." "You poor child!" said she.

"Come right into the kitchen and I'll get you some breakfast.

Come in, and we'll find out how you can find your mother!" While she got me the breakfast which I needed as badly as any meal I ever ate, she questioned me as to relatives, friends, habits, and everything which a good detective would want to know in forming a theory as to how a clue might be obtained.

She suggested that I find every man in the village who had a team and did hauling, and ask each one if he had moved Mr.Rucker's family.
"Why didn't she write to you ?" she finally queried.
"She didn't know where I was," I replied.
"Did she ever leave word for you anywhere," asked the woman, "before you ran away ?" "We had a place we called our post-office," I answered.