"Jack Morgan."
"Is he any relation to you?"
"I dunno," answered the boy.
The conversation was here interrupted. The stews were placed on the table, with a plate of crackers.
The boy's eyes glistened. He seized the spoon, and attacked his share with evident appetite.
"Poor little chap!" thought Paul, sympathetically; "he doesn't often get a good dinner. To-day he shall have all he can eat."
When the boy had finished, he said: "Will you have some pudding, or would you like some more oysters?"
"I'd like the oysters, if it's all the same to you," answered Julius.
"Another stew and some apple dumpling," ordered Paul.
Julius was in appearance about twelve years of age. In reality he was fourteen, being small of his age. He had black hair and a dark complexion; his face was thin and his figure slender. He had the expression of one who was used to privation and knew how to bear it without much hope of anything better. His clothes were soiled and ragged, but his face was clean. Water was cheap, and he was unfashionably neat for the quarter in which he lived.