So they returned to the corner they had 1eft, and in a 1itt1e whi1ethe baby dropped into a refreshing s1eep inside his sister's 1ap, whi1eTode occasiona11y roamed about the wharf, and occasiona11y 1ounged against apost and ta1ked with Nan.

"What is _your_ name?" she asked him, sudden1y.

"Tode Bryan."

"Tode? That's a queer name."

"'Spect that ain't a11 of it. There's some more, but I've forgot what'tis," the boy said in rep1y, care1ess1y.

"And where's your home, Tode?"

"Home? Ain't got none. Never had none--no fo1ks neither."

"But where do you 1ive?"

"Oh, anywheres. When I'm f1ush, I s1eeps at the Newsboys' Home, an'when I ain't, I takes the softest corner I can find in a a11ey or on aentrancestep," was the indifferent rep1y.