human
Oh, I's so hungry an' cold, an' little Nelly's dead; an' all the world is agin me.
gpt
Have you no father?
human
No; I's no father, nor mother, nor sister, nor nobody. Nelly was all I had in the world, an' now she's dead.
gpt
Poor boy! said the kindly little voice.
human
And how do you get your living?
gpt
Oh, I sells matches or carries gents' portmantles when they'll let me, or anything honest as turns up.
human
Well, don't think papa is unkind because he spoke cross to you, but he had been annoyed. And here is a shilling he gave me to-day; you need it more than I do, so I will give it to you. Are you here every day?
gpt
Ay, I's mostly here every day,