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 ai n't got any folks , and he takes care o ' me . ' ` Nice care , indeed ; leaving a baby like you to wait for him here such a night as this , ' I said crossly . ` Oh , he 's good to me Sam is , though he does knock me round sometimes , when I ai n't spry . The big feller shoves me back , you see ; and I gets cold , and ca n't sing out loud ; so I do n't sell my papers , and has to work 'em off late . ' ` Hear the child talk ! One would think he was sixteen , instead of six , ' I said , half laughing . ` I 'm most ten . Hi ! ai n't that a oner ? ' cried the boy , as a gust of sleet slapped him in the face , when he peeped to see if Sam was coming . ` Hullo ! the lights is out !
Why , the play 's done , and the folks gone , and XXXXX 's forgot me . '
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