"I understand. See, he is coming to. How do you feel now, my little man?"
"_I_ don' know," murmured Billy. "There's somethink 'ere." He moved his hand feebly to his chest. "Is that you, Mr. Gran? Where am I?"
"With good friends, Billy."
"You've allus been that to me, sir."
"Now try and eat a little of this," said Grantham, raising the lad gently in his arms.
Billy, with a grateful smile, managed to get two or three spoonfuls down, and then sank back on the bed.
"Do not force him," said the doctor. "Where do you live, Billy?"
"I don't know--anywhere."
"But try and remember."
"I can't remember nothink--only Mr. Gran. It ain't likely I'll forgit 'im. Thank yer kindly, sir, for wot you've done for me; there ain't many like yer."