with you. I told them I would pay any boy who brought you here."
Why here? he wondered. What was this place?
"Was any of what you told me true?" she questioned.
"No'm."
"Then why did you tell it to me?"
He swallowed. In the doubt he felt his wide experience with workers of charity and justice had taught him that the safest method was pathos. "I didn't want to say I didn't know," he answered mournfully.
"You mean you haven't any family."
"Yes'm."
"And you were ashamed to tell me that?"
"Yes'm." He seized eagerly this motive which she had supplied him; she could not know, he understood, that he had been glad he had no family.
"What is your real name?"
"Peewee."
"You haven't any other name than that?"
"No'm."
