"Live," repeated Bellew, smiling, "under my hat,--here, there, and
everywhere, which means--nowhere in particular."

"But I--I mean--where is your home?"

"My home," said Bellew, exhaling a great cloud of smoke, "my home lies
beyond the 'bounding billow."

"That sounds an awful' long way off."

"It _is_ an awful' long way off."

"An' where do you sleep while--while you're here?"

"Anywhere they'll let me. To-night I shall sleep at some inn, I suppose,
if I can find one, if not,--under a hedge, or hay-rick."

"Oh!--haven't you got any home of your own, then,--here?"

"No."

"And--you're not going home just yet,--I mean across the 'bounding
billow?'"

"Not yet."

"Then--please--" the small boy's voice was suddenly tremulous and eager,
and he laid a little, grimy hand upon Bellew's sleeve, "please--if it
isn't too much trouble--would you mind coming with me--to--to help me to
find the fortune?--you see, you are so very big, an'--Oh!--will