“Jonas.”
“Where do you live?”
“Sir?”
“Where do you live?”
The boy hesitated a moment as if he did not understand him. Then he said,
“I don’t know sir.—I don’t live any where.”
The little boy in the waggon laughed.
“Don’t know where you live?” said the gentleman. “Well, what are you doing out here?”
“I have been catching butterflies.”
“Where did you come from?”