He had not intended to appear now, but Nicholas had awakened more suddenly than he looked for, and he had had no time to conceal himself.
'Poor fellow!' said Nicholas, 'your hard fate denies you any friend but one, and he is nearly as poor and helpless as yourself.' 'May I--may I go with you ?' asked Smike, timidly.

'I will be your faithful hard-working servant, I will, indeed.

I want no clothes,' added the poor creature, drawing his rags together; 'these will do very well.
I only want to be near you.' 'And you shall,' cried Nicholas.

'And the world shall deal by you as it does by me, till one or both of us shall quit it for a better.

Come!' With these words, he strapped his burden on his shoulders, and, taking his stick in one hand, extended the other to his delighted charge; and so they passed out of the old barn, together..