"John Burton Lawrence," promptly answered Budge.

Mrs. Mayton wrinkled her brows for a moment, and finally asked:--

"Is Mr. Burton the uncle you are looking for?"

"I don't know any Mr. Burton," said Budge, a little dazed; "uncle
is mamma's brother, an' he's been livin' at our house ever since
mamma an' papa went off visitin', an' he goes ridin' in our
carriage, an'--"

"Humph!" remarked the lady, with so much emphasis that Budge
ceased talking. A moment later she said:--

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, little boy; go on."

"An' he rides with just the loveliest lady that ever was. HE
thinks so, an' _I_ KNOW she is. An' he 'spects her."

"What?" exclaimed the old lady.

"--'Spects her, I say--that's what HE says. _I_ say 'spects means
just what _I_ call LOVE. Cos if it don't, what makes him give her
hugs and kisses?"

Mrs. Mayton caught her breath, and did not reply for a moment. At
last she said:--

"How do you know he--gives her hugs and kisses?"