In Strange Company
"And would you like to go about playing tunes on a coffee-pot?" I asked the little cigar-light boy.
"Better'n everything," returned the modest small musician; and, then, finding that I had nothing more to say to him, he joined the blacking-boy, who had by this time repacked his dry goods, and was now dozing by the fire.
"My name is John Galloper," remarked the red-haired boy, before he was asked the question, and folding his hands behind him, after the fashion of good little boys, when repeating a catechism lesson.
"And how do you get a living, John?"
"You don't want to hear no lies, mister."
"Then I don't get a living at all; I lets the living get itself."
"But you must either provide for yourself or somebody provides for you; which i