“What's yer name, Balmy?”
No answer.
“Carn't yer answer a civil question? I'd soon knock the sulks out of yer if I was yer father.”
“My name's Arvie; you know that.”
“Arvie what?”
“Arvie Aspinall.”
Bill cocked his eye at the roof and thought a while and whistled; then he said suddenly:
“Say, Balmy, where d'yer live?”
“Jones' Alley.”
“What?”