“No, sir,” said the boy.
“What are you doing in Brooklyn without a place to sleep?” the Captain went on.
“I came to New York to look for work, sir,” the boy replied. “This afternoon I answered an advertisement in Brooklyn, but did not get the place.”
“Where do you live?” the Captain asked.
“In Huntington, Connecticut, sir,” the boy replied.
“What’s your name?”
“Christopher Silburn, sir; they call me Kit.”
“And how did you happen to come to New York to look for work without any money?” the Captain continued.
“I had some money when I came, sir,” Kit answered, “but I have been here for three days, and it is nearly all gone. What little is left I am saving to buy food with.”
“Have you no friends?” the Captain asked, looking at Kit’s clothes, which though evidently not of city make, were clean and whole.