"What?"
"Oi der know. Somethink."
"Where does he live?"
"Hover there," said the boy, with a vague wave of his hand.
"I will take you there if you will let me. Will you get into the carriage?"
"What, in there?"
"Yes."
"Rather. Come on, Puddles."
Lady Mercy helped the two forlorn creatures into her carriage, and placed the dog tenderly on the front seat.
"Will you tell the coachman where to go?"