"Then it's like a collection at church, mamma?"
"Yes, dear."
"And does the captain get the money, mamma?"
"No, dear; the money goes to the poor orphans, I think."
"Where are the orphans, mamma?"
"I don't know, dear; I think they are in Liverpool."
"Whose orphans are they, mamma?"
"They are the orphans of sailors, dear."
"What kind of sailors, mamma?"
"British sailors, darling."
"Aren't there any sailors in America, mamma?"
"Oh, yes, dear; lots of them."
"And do they have any orphans?"
"Yes, dear; I suppose there are orphans there too."
"And don't they get any of the money, mamma?"
"I am sure I do not know, dear. By the way, Mr. Daveling, how is that? Do they give any of the money to American orphans?"
"I believe not, madam. Subcriptions at concerts given on board British steamers are of course donated entirely to the Seamen's Hospital or Orphanage of Liverpool."
"Well, that doesn't seem to be quite fair, does it?
