The boy was a sharp specimen of the juvenile London beggar. He was up to the usual tricks of his class, and quite competent to the task which Rudolph had engaged him to perform.
He came up to Tony, and then began to whimper.
What’s the matter, Johnny?” said Tony, addressing him by the usual New York name for an unknown boy.
Oh, my poor grandfather is so sick!” said the boy.
What’s the matter with him?”
“I don’t know. I guess he’s goin’ to die.”
“Why don’t you send for a doctor?”
“He wouldn’t come—we’re so poor.”
“Do you live near here?”
“Oh, yes, sir; only a little way.”