“All right; when we leave here you come along.”
“Where to?”
“My home. You shall have a good supper, and I’m sure my mother will let me rig up a comfortable bed for you in the garret.”
“Mattress?” queried the stranger with a grin.
“Of course.”
“Pillow?” he asked additionally
“Yes.”
The boy chuckled.
“Say,” he spoke in a half sad, half gloating way, “it’s so long since I saw such things I can hardly realize it. I suppose you want to know my name?”
“We’d like to,” said Ben.