you've got no father or mother, and that you were brought up by

'Yes, sir,' replied Oliver, weeping bitterly.

'What are you crying for?' inquired the gentleman in the white

waistcoat. And to be sure it was very extraordinary. What COULD

'I hope you say your prayers every night,' said another gentleman

in a gruff voice; 'and pray for the people who feed you, and take

care of you--like a Christian.'

'Yes, sir,' stammered the boy. The gentleman who spoke last was