We will talk it all over." Pleased to have some one to talk to, and glad that he should not have to look for a place to sleep, Frank accompanied the porter to the station.
With a word or two to the nightmen on duty, the porter led the way to a shed near the station, where a number of sacks were heaped in a corner.
"Now," the man said, "I will light a pipe.

It's against the regulations, but that's neither here nor there now.

Now, if you're not sleepy, would you mind talking to me?
Tell me something about yourself, and how you come to be alone here in London.

It does me good to talk.

It prevents me from thinking." "There is very little to tell," Frank said; and he related to him the circumstances of the deaths of his father and mother, and how it came that he was alone in London in search of a place.
"You're in a fix," the porter said.
"Yes, I can see that." "You see you're young for most work, and you never had no practice with horses, or you might have got a place to drive a light cart.