"Well, good-morning, Luke!" he said. "I'll see you later."
"How do you know my name?" asked Luke, in surprise.
"I'm an idiot!" thought Stephen. "I ought to have appeared ignorant of his name. I have seen you before to-day," he replied, taking a little time to think. "I heard one of the other newsboys calling you by name. I don't pretend to be a magician."
This explanation satisfied Luke. It appeared very natural.
"I have a great memory for names," proceeded Stephen. "That reminds me that I have not told you mine—I am Stephen Webb, at your service."
"I will remember it."
"Have a cigarette, Luke?" added Stephen, producing a packet from his pocket."
"Thank you; I don't smoke."
"Don't smoke, and you a newsboy! I thought all of you smoked."
"Most of us do, but I promised my mother I wouldn't smoke till I was twenty-one."