"Wouldn't you like one?"
"Yes, I should," said Sam, promptly. "It's hard work getting a living about the streets."
"It must be," said the lady, with sympathy. "Have you no friends?"
"None, except poor boys like I am."
"You have been kind to my dear Bertie, and I want to do something to show my gratitude. Without you I shudder to think what might have become of him."
"Nobody'd hurt a little chap like him," said Sam.
"They might steal him," said Mrs. Dalton. "Have you had any dinner?"
"No, ma'am."
"Come into the house. Maggie, see that this boy has a good meal. Take care of him till Mr. Dalton comes home. Then I will see what can be done for him."
"All right, mum."