"Going to London," said Meg.
The cripple looked at her with evident admiration.
"Are you going to London?" asked Meg.
"No," replied the lad, "I'm going part of the way."
Meg did not like to press the question further, and the resources of conversation seemed exhausted.
"You see," said the boy after a pause, "I'm going to earn my livin' and the livin' of my mither and the little chap."
Meg looked at her companion with some surprise.
"I'm agoing to where I can earn thirteen pence a day; there's where I'm going. What I want is, they may want for nothink off there," and the boy, with a jerk of his chin, indicated a backward direction.
Meg felt curious to know how this crippled boy earned a living, but she did not like to inquire. So she said, with vague encouragement to further confidence, "You love them very much?"