“Going to London?” said the strange boy, when Oliver had at length concluded.
“Yes.”
“Got any lodgings?”
“No.”
“Money?”
“No.”
The strange boy whistled; and put his arms into his pockets, as far as the big coat-sleeves would let them go.
“Do you live in London?” inquired Oliver.
“Yes. I do, when I’m at home,” replied the boy. “I suppose you want some place to sleep in tonight, don’t you?”
“I do, indeed,” answered Oliver. “I have not slept under a roof since I left the country.”