"He was very good to me, he was," was all poor Jo could say. The next day they buried the dead man in the churchyard hard by. But that night there came a slouching figure through the court to the iron gate. It stood looking in for a little while, then with an old broom it softly swept the step and made the archway clean. It was poor Jo; and as he went away, he softly said to himself, "He was very good to me, he was." Now, there happened to be at the Inquest a kind-hearted little man named Snagsby, and he pitied Jo so much that he gave him half-a-crown. Jo was very sad after the death of his one friend. The more so as his friend had died in great poverty and misery, with no one near him to care whether he lived or not. A few days after the funeral, while Jo was still living on Mr. Snagsby's half-crown, he was standing at his crossing as the day closed in, when a lady, closely veiled and plainly dressed, came up to him. "Are you the boy Jo who was examined at the Inquest?" she asked. "That's me," said Jo. "Come farther up the court, I want to speak to you." "Wot, about him as was dead? Did you know him?" "How dare you ask me if I knew him?" "No offence, my lady," said Jo humbly. "Listen and hold your tongue. Show me the place where he lived, then where he died, then where they buried him. Go in front of me, don't look back once, and I'll pay you well." [Illustration: JO AND THE POLICEMAN. "I'M ALWAYS A MOVING ON."] Jo takes her to each of the places she wants to see. Then she draws off her glove, and Jo sees that she has sparkling rings on her fingers. She drops a coin into his hand and is gone. Jo holds the coin to the light and sees to his joy that it is a golden sovereign. But people in Jo's position in life find it hard to change a sovereign, for who will believe that they can come by it honestly? So poor little Jo didn't get much of the sovereign for himself, for, as he afterwards told Mr. Snagsby-- "I had to pay five bob down in Tom-all-Alones before they'd square it for to give me change, and then a young man he thieved another five while I was asleep, and a boy he thieved ninepence, and the landlord he stood drains round with a lot more of it." As time went on Jo's troubles began in earnest. The police turned him away from his crossing, and wheresoever they met him ordered him "to move on." Once a policeman, angry to find that Jo hadn't moved on, seized him by the arm and dragged him down to Mr. Snagsby's. "What's the matter, constable?" asked Mr. Snagsby. "This boy's as obstinate a young gonoph as I know: although repeatedly told to, he won't move on." "I'm always amoving on," cried Jo. "Oh, my eye, where am I to move to?" "My instructions don't go to that," the constable answered; "my instructions are that you're to keep moving on. Now the simple question is, sir," turning to Mr. Snagsby, "whether you know him. He says you do." "Yes, I know him." "Very well, I leave him here; but mind you keep moving on."