“Indeed I’ve come up from the country, sir, to try and get a place, for I was so unhappy down there.”
“Then you’ve run away from your father and mother, eh?”
“No, sir; they are both dead.”
“Well, then, you’ve run away from home, eh?”
“No, sir,” I said sadly; “I haven’t any home.”
“Well, what’s got to be done? You can’t stop here all night.”
“Can’t I, sir?”
“Can’t you, sir? Why, what a young gooseberry it is! Have you been to London before?”
“No, sir.”
“When did you come up?”