“My father is dead; and I have not got any mother.”
“What has become of your mother?”
“I never had any, sir.”
The gentleman smiled a moment when he heard this answer, and then he looked serious and concerned and paused a moment. He seemed not to know what to do.
“But, Jonas,” said he again, “you say you do not live any where; where do you get your food and sleep?”
“Sir!”
“Where do you sleep at night?”
“I slept in Mr. Williams’ shed last night.”
“And where do you expect to sleep to-night?”
“I don’t know, sir.”