“Him who is coming to court and marry me,” returned Miss Wren. “Dear me, how slow you are!”

“Oh! him! ” said Sloppy. And seemed to turn thoughtful and a little troubled. “I never thought of him. When is he coming, Miss?”

“What a question!” cried Miss Wren. “How should I know!”

“Where is he coming from, Miss?”

“Why, good gracious, how can I tell! He is coming from somewhere or other, I suppose, and he is coming some day or other, I suppose. I don’t know any more about him, at present.”