"Are your parents living?" continued the magistrate.
"I dunno."
"What! you don't know whether you have a father and mother?"
"I ain't got no father, I don't think."
"And your mother?"
"She sells fried potatoes."
"Isn't she able to pay for your apprenticeship to some trade?"
"I don't want to work."
"You prefer to steal! you hope to be imprisoned with other little rascals of your sort, with whom you will become hopelessly bad. Where does your mother live?"
The little vagabond made no reply. The magistrate repeated his question.