"Not anywhere? Wouldn't they?" she insists.
I shakes my head. "Wouldn't dare," says I. "They'd be fined if they did."
"Th-thank you, Sir," says she. "That's what the man said."
She was winkin' both eyes hard to hold the brine back, and her under lip was trembly; but she was keepin' her chin up brave and steady. She'd turned to go when she swings around.
"Please, Sir," says she, "where does one go when one is tired?"
"Why, Sis," says I sort of quizzin', "what's the matter with home?"
"But if one has no home?" she comes back at me solemn.
"The case being that of a little girl," says I, "she wanders around until she's collected by a cop, turned over to the Children's Society, and committed to some home."
"But I mustn't go there," says she, glancin' around scary. "No, not to a home. Daddums said not to."
"Did, eh?" says I. "Then why don't he—— By the way, just where is Daddums?"