Suddenly, I thought of asking where his home was.
"How do you mean ?" "Where do you live?
where do you take your meals and sleep ?" "Why, as to that, I have not much time for eating and drinking.
Generally I eat my dinner as I go along the road, where there's lots of blackberries by way of pudding--which is grand! Supper, when I do get it, I like best on this bark-heap, after the men are away, and the tan-yard's clear.

Your father lets me stay." "And where is your lodging, then?
Where do you sleep ?" He hesitated--coloured a little.

"To tell the truth--anywhere I can.
Generally, here." "What, out-of-doors ?" "Just so." I was much shocked.

To sleep out-of-doors seemed to me the very lowest ebb of human misery: so degrading, too--like a common tramp or vagabond, instead of a decent lad.
"John, how can you--why do you--do such a thing ?" "I'll tell you," said he, sitting down beside me in a dogged way, as if he had read my thoughts, guessed at my suspicions, and was determined to show that he feared neither--that he would use his own judgment, and follow his own will, in spite of anybody.

"Look here.