"Well, what you doing?"
"I'm lost."
The man laughed. He clapped the boy on the back. "Don't you be afraid," said he, sincerely hearty. "I'll take you home. You know me, don't you?"
"Not your name."
"Anyhow, you remember me, don't you? You've seen me before?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, my name's Jim Millette. I'm an acrobat. And I know you. Why, sure! I remember when you was born. Me and your mother is old friends. Soon as I seen you I knew who you was. 'By gad!' says I, 'if that ain't Millie Slade's kid!' How is she, anyhow?"
"She's very well."
"Working?"
"No," the boy answered, gravely; "my mother does not work."