"No; no larks. Here you are."
Feeling assured now that no trick was intended the boy approached, took without a word the pudding which George held out, and, seating himself on a basket close to him, took a great bite.
"Where do you live?" George asked, when the slice of pudding had half disappeared.
"Anywheres," the boy replied, waving his hand round.
"I mean, where do you sleep?"
The boy nodded, to intimate that his sleeping-place was included in the general description of his domicile.
"And no one interferes with you?" George inquired.
"The beaks, they moves you on when they ketches you; but ef yer get under a cart or in among the baskets you generally dodges 'em."
"And suppose you want to pay for a place to sleep, where do you go and how much do you pay?"
"Tuppence," the boy said; "or if yer want a first-rate, fourpence. Does yer want to find a crib?" he asked doubtfully, examining his companion.