"I'm Nelson, sir."
"What is your full name?"
At this question the boy's face fell, and his mouth trembled a little as he gave his answer.
"I don't know, sir."
"What, you don't know what your name is?" cried the stout gentleman in astonishment.
"No, sir."
"But—but—you must have some name. Where do you live?"
"I live over on the East Side with an old sailor named Samuel Pepper. He keeps a lunch room."
"Is he a relative?"