`` Transkip ! '' Last ' -- a great gape swallowed up the ` last edition , ' and he stood blinking at us like a very chilly young owl . ` I 'll buy 'em all if you 'll go home , my little chap ; it 's high time you were abed , ' said John , whisking the damp papers into one pocket , and his purse out of another , as he spoke . ` All of 'em ? -- why there 's six ! ' croaked the boy , for he was as hoarse as a raven . ` Never mind , I can kindle the fire with 'em . Put that in your pocket ; and trot home , my man , as fast as possible . ' ` Where do you live ? ' I asked , picking up the fifty cents that fell from the little fingers , too benumbed to hold it . ` Mills Court , out of Hanover . Cold , ai n't it ? ' said the boy , blowing on his purple hands , and hopping feebly from one leg to the other , to take the stiffness out . ` He ca n't go all that way in this storm -- such a mite , and so used up with cold and sleep , John . ' ` Of course he ca n't ; we 'll put him in a car , ' began John ; when the boy wheezed out , -- ` No ; I 've got ter wait for Sam . He 'll be along as soon 's the theatre 's done . He said he would ; and so I 'm waitin ' . ' ` Who is Sam ? ' I asked . ` He 's the feller I lives with .
I XXXXX n't got any folks , and he takes care o ' me . '
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