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 Sam 's forgot me . ' It was very evident that Sam had forgotten his little protégé ; and a strong desire to shake Sam possessed me . ` No use waitin ' any longer ; and now my papers is sold , I ai n't afraid to go home , ' said the boy , stepping down like a little old man with the rheumatism , and preparing to trudge away through the storm . ` Stop a bit , my little Casabianca ; a car will be along in fifteen minutes ; and while waiting you can warm yourself over there , ' said John , with the purple hand in his . ` My name 's Jack Hill , not Cassy Banks , please , sir , ' said the little party , with dignity . ` Have you had your supper , Mr. Hill ? '
asked XXXXX , laughing . '
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