"Well, yes," George said. "I want to find some quiet place where I can sleep, cheap, you know."
"Out of work?" the boy inquired.
"Yes. I haven't got anything to do at present. I am looking for a place, you know."
"Don't know no one about?"
"No; I have just come in from Croydon."
The boy shook his head.
"Don't know nothing as would suit," he said. "Why, yer'd get them clothes and any money yet had walked off with the wery fust night."
"I should not get a room to myself, I suppose, even for fourpence?" George asked, making a rapid calculation that this would come to two and fourpence per week, as much as his mother had paid for a comparatively comfortable room in Croydon.
The boy opened his eyes in astonishment at his companion requiring a room for himself.
"Lor' bless yer, yer'd have a score of them with yer!"