“No, but that doesn’t matter.”
“No, that doesn’t matter now. We’re fellas together, so what’s the diff?... I don’t care where we sleeps to-night, so long as you’re there, sonny.... Greeley’s Slip is good enough for mine, if I can snuggle up to you, like.... Ye don’t mind, do ye?”
I put my arm round his shoulder, raising him.
“No, Lovey, I don’t mind. Just snuggle up.”
“’Old me ’and, sonny.”
I took his hand in mine as his head rested on my shoulder.
He gave a long, restful sigh.
“Lizzy says it’s an awful nice place where she is, and—”
I felt him slipping down in bed; but Cantyre, who knew more of such cases than I did, caught him gently round the loins and lowered him.