"Sunny Boy sat down sociably on an old soap box"
"In the subway. They pushed me and then I thought I saw mother and it was another lady."
The boy glanced at him sharply.
"You stringing me?" he demanded. "You do look as if you were used to having somebody around with you. Don't you know where you live?"
"Of course I do," declared Sunny Boy quickly. "I always 'member where I live. It's the Macnapin Hotel."
The newsboy had sold nearly all his papers now and he felt that he could take a little time to question this strange child who sat on the soap box and said he was lost.
"That's a new one to me," he admitted, when Sunny Boy mentioned the hotel. "Is it in New York?"