"Going to London?" said the strange boy, when Oliver had at length concluded.
"Yes."
"Got any lodgings?"
"No."
"Money?"
"No."
The strange boy whistled, and put his arms into his pockets as far as the big coat-sleeves would let them go.
"Do you live in London?" asked Oliver.
"Yes, I do when I'm at home," replied the strange boy. "Want to go along with me? I know an old gen'elman as lives there wot'll give you lodgings for nothink."
The unexpected offer was too tempting to be resisted, especially when Oliver was told that the old gentleman would doubtless get him a good place without loss of time. This led to a more friendly and confidential chat, in which Oliver learned that his new friend's name was Jack Dawkins, commonly called "The Artful Dodger."