“Yes, he is, and he's a tough one,” and Flutters pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head by way of emphasis.
“He doesn't look kind.”
“Folks doesn't look things what they never are.”
“Why don't you cut the circus, Flutters?”
“Would you, really?”
“You mean run away?”
Starlight nodded yes.
“Where to?” was Flutters's pointed question.
“Oh, anywhere,” somewhat vaguely.
“That's all very well; but board, you know, and a blanket to roll yourself in at night is a little better than nothing at all.”