"'I'll get 'em, Lal; if not ter-night, ter-morrer.'
"The Lion looked down at me quite kindly I thought. 'What is your name?' he asked.
"'Ain't got no name that I knows of 'cept Skylark.'
"The Lion purred softly. 'You will have a name some day,' he said, 'and a great name, too. Why are you called Skylark now?'
"''Cos I sings and whistles, t'other blokes in the streets calls me that.'
"I was just starting to show him how I could whistle, and had done a bit, when we heard pitter-patter, pitter-patter, and the sound of flying padded feet over the stone Square.
"The Lion sniffed. 'It's a dog. What is he doing here to-night? I suppose he is lost.'
"I looked out between his paws, and I gave a shout of delight; I was answered by loud yelps of gladness.
"'It's Sam,' I shouted. 'Oh, Sam, 'ole cockie, 'ere I is; jump up wiv me and Lal.'
"'Is he all right?' asked Lal.