"I'm going to ask him to give me somethink, and then if he does, I shall know he hears me--I should very much like to have a broom and a crossing, and get my living a bit more easy, if you please." He had turned his face away from Oliver, and looked across into the darkest corner of the room, where he could see nothing but shadow.

The old man felt puzzled, and somewhat troubled, but he only sighed softly to himself; and opening the Testament, he read aloud in it till he was calmed again, and Tony was listening in rapt attention.
"My boy," he said, as the hour came for Tony to go, "where are you sleeping now ?" "Anywhere as I can get out o' the wind," he answered.

"It's cold now, nights--wery cold, master.

But I must get along a bit farder on.

Lodgings is wery dear." "I've been thinking," said Oliver, "that you'd find it better to have some sort of a shake-down under my counter.