"It's a long story," she sighed. "But first I want to hear about you. Oh, I thought I would never see you again."
"It won't take long to tell all we know about it," said Mr. Ringold, and he related the facts of the rescue of the boy they had christened Charlie House.
"His name is Charlie Wentworth," explained his mother, "and that was our house from which you saved him. It's strange he did not know his last name, and where he lived, for he has often been lost, and he could always tell where he lived all right."
"I guess the flood frightened him," said Blake, with a smile. "How did he happen to be left in the house?"
"It was because of the confusion of the flood in our town," explained Mrs. Wentworth. "My husband and I were trying to save some of our things, taking them to my mother's place on a hill. We had taken Charlie to a neighbor's house before the water actually reached our dwelling, but he must have wandered back into it again when we did not know it, and have gone to sleep in the bed."
"Yep. I went to sleep in bed," supplemented the lad, with a happy laugh.
"Then the levee gave way suddenly," went on
