"Well, go up one block," said Jimmy, pointing toward Park Place, "den cut t'rough City Hall Park by de side of de post-office here an' foller de crowd. Youse can't miss it. But youse wants t' look out." "What for?" "If ye gits in de push youse'll be squeezed t' death. It's an awful mob dat goes t' Brooklyn dis time o' day." "Well, I'll be careful. Do you live around here?" "Who, me? Oh, yes, I lives around here," and Jimmy, with a wave of his hand, included nearly the whole of New York. "What's your name?" "Say, who are youse, anyhow?" inquired the newsboy, suddenly suspicious. "My name is Joshua Crosscrab, and I'm from Newton, Vermont," replied the young man, still good-natured. "Aw, I mean who be ye? Be youse a detective, er from some society what takes up kids fer sellin' papes on de street?" "No, I'm not a detective. What makes you think so?" "'Cause youse asks so many questions." "I am interested. I never was in New York before, and I see so many things that are strange that I want to know about them. Up our way we believe in getting acquainted, so I thought I'd try it here. Every one I talked to, though, seemed to think I was a swindler, I guess." "Dat's right. Youse has t' be careful who youse talk to in N'York," said Jimmy with a comical air of wisdom. "But you haven't told me your name yet," persisted Mr. Crosscrab. "Sure youse ain't none of them children sasiety detectives?" asked the newsboy. "Sure. I'll give you my promise." "Well, me name is Jimmy Small. Here ye are, sir! Paper! Wuxtry! All about de big fire! Thirteen killed!" Jimmy had interrupted his information to dispose of a paper to a man. "Jimmy Small," repeated the man. "Where do you live?" "Oh, I've got a swell joint on upper Fifth Avenoo," replied the boy, with a wink, "but it's rented fer de season, an' I ain't livin' in it." "No, I am serious," said Mr. Crosscrab. "I would really like to know." "Honest? No kiddin'?" inquired Jimmy. "No what?" "No kiddin'. Is it de real goods? Youse ain't tryin' t' run up an alley on me, is yer?" "I don't exactly understand you, but I am really asking because I am interested in you. I have a brother about your age, and I was wondering how he would make out if he had to sell papers for a living." "Say, take it from me, mister," spoke Jimmy earnestly. "Don't let him do it. Dere's too many in de business now. Don't let him come t' N'York an' sell papers!" "Oh, he's not very likely to. But you haven't told me where you live." "Aw, most anywheres. Wherever I kin. If I'm flush wid de coin I takes a bed at de lodgin'-house. When I'm busted--on me uppers--cleaned out--nuthin' doin'--why, I takes a chance at a bench in de park when it's warm. If de cop don't see youse it's all right. Sometimes I hits up an empty box, an' I've done me turn in a hallway. Under a dock ain't so bad, only dere's too many rats t' suit me."