“Ga on! What do you mean by ‘what’? Ain’t Billy enough?”
“Where do you live?”
“Live? where I can; that’s where I live!”
“Then you don’t live with your mother in that court any longer?”
“The old gal—she ain’t no concern of yourn!” said the youth, firing up.
“I know that,” said Jack, evidently at a loss, as I had been, how to pursue the conversation with this queer boy. “I say, Billy,” he added, “where are you going to sleep to-night?”
“Ain’t a-goin’ to sleep nowheres!” was the prompt reply.
“Would you like to come and sleep with me?”
“No fear!” was the complimentary reply.
“What are you going to do, then?”