"Oh! What a great age," said my guardian. "What a great age, Charley!"
I cannot describe the tenderness with which he spoke to her, half playfully yet all the more compassionately and mournfully.
"And do you live alone here with these babies, Charley?" said my guardian.
"Yes, sir," returned the child, looking up into his face with perfect confidence, "since father died."
"And how do you live, Charley? Oh! Charley," said my guardian, turning his face away for a moment, "how do you live?"

"Oh! What a great age," said my guardian. I cannot describe the tenderness with which he spoke to her, half playfully yet compassionately.
"And do you live alone here with these babies, Charley?" said he.
"Yes, sir," returned the child, "since father died."
"And - Oh! Charley," said my guardian, turning his face away for a moment, "how do you live?"
