The two boys were awake early next for business begins early in Covent Garden, and they soon had to leave the shelter of their barrel, for barrels had to be used for other purposes than to serve as bedrooms for little boys. Besides, Bob felt that he had no time now that he had Willie to provide for.
"Come, Willie," he said, "we must have a wash the fust thing, and then we must earn some money to buy our breakfast with."
"Why, where can we wash?" asked Willie.
"Oh, I know a fust-rate place," answered Rob. "I think it was just made for boys like you and me wot ain't got no 'ome."
Willie placed his hand in his brother's, and off the two boys ran, until they reached Trafalgar Square. Willie shouted with glee at the sight of so much water. Never had he enjoyed himself so much as he did that morning as he splashed about in the water, and never had he felt so clean as he did when he had finished.
"Now," said Bob, "jist you run up and down 'ere as fast as you can; yer'll soon dry."
Willie did as he was told, and soon felt dry and quite hungry; but he was a thoughtful little fellow, and determined to wait bravely until Bob could get something for him to eat.
"Are yer dry, Willie?" asked Bob.
"Should jist think I am," replied Willie; "feel me."
"Come on, then; let's go and see if we can find some work.
Ain't yer 'ungry?"