So they returned to the corner they had left, and in a little whilethe baby dropped into a refreshing sleep inside his sister's lap, whileTode occasionally roamed about the wharf, and occasionally lounged against apost and talked with Nan.

"What is _your_ name?" she asked him, suddenly.

"Tode Bryan."

"Tode? That's a queer name."

"'Spect that ain't all of it. There's some more, but I've forgot what'tis," the boy said in reply, carelessly.

"And where's your home, Tode?"

"Home? Ain't got none. Never had none--no folks neither."

"But where do you live?"

"0h, anywheres. When I'm flush, I sleeps at the Newsboys' Home, an'when I ain't, I takes the softest corner I can find in a alley or on aentrancestep," was the indifferent reply.