My life was not a pleasant one." "Did he ever talk to you about that old life ?" "Often.

He asked me lots of questions about my parents." "And what did you tell him ?" "There was noting to tell.

I could not remember my parents.

At first there was Mother Scanlon, who beat me as often as she fed me, and then I was on the streets, sleeping in alleys and stairways." "Have you seen this Mother Scanlon lately ?" was the next question.
"Never, but why are you asking me all these questions?
I'm no fairy prince under enchantment.

Just a waif left alone in New York.