"Come and stand in front of me, child. Now tell me of your parents and where you live. Anything else that you want me to know or not know."  Bridget spoke as she rocked and knitted.

Sean leaned against the doorway as he listened carefully. Between Bridget and himself, they will need to decide what to do about this child. He felt that perhaps this was the child who spoke a riddle that Bessie did not know then paid a price for not knowing.