"Ay, we 'ave."
"Where is he, then?"
"Well, faather says he's gone to Davy Jones, but I dunno where that are."
"Nor I too," said Benny, scratching his head. Then he looked at the oldest lad again.
"Did the man's missis go wi' him, does yer know?" he inquired.
"Never heerd nothing 'bout 'er," said the lad.
"An' yer knows nothin' more 'bout 'em?"
"No, nothin'."
"Mich 'bliged," said Benny, with an air of importance. And taking Nelly by the hand, he walked out of the house.
He hardly knew whether he was most pleased or disappointed with his visit, so he said nothing to his sister until they had left Bowker's Row behind them, and got once more into the region of gaslight. Then, turning to his sister, he said—
"What does yer think o' it now, Nell?"
"P'r'aps father's mended, and 'as gone to live in a better 'ouse," was the quiet reply.
"Mos' likely," said Benny, and again they trudged on in silence.
At length they paused in front of a chapel that abutted close on to the street. A few people were dropping in quietly one after another, and Benny wondered what they did inside. He had never been inside a church or a chapel; they were most of them so grand, and the people who went
