"I took it when you were talkin' to the ould woman," he answered; "and here's another." So saying he produced a companion apple, and made a vigorous onslaught upon it, Sam following suit. "I don't see how you could do it," said Sam, admiringly, "and she looking on all the time." "It's easy enough when you know how," said Tim, complacently. "She'd catch me, sure." "Likely she would; you aint used to it." Sam ought to have felt uneasy at appropriating the result of a theft; but his conscience was an easy one, and he felt hungry. So he made short work of the apple, and wished for more. "I wish you'd taken two apiece," he said. "I couldn't," said Tim. "She'd have seen 'em stickin' out of my pocket, and called a copp." "One's better than none; I feel a little better," said Sam, philosophically. "I 'spose it's stealing, though." "Oh, what's the odds? She'll never miss 'em. Come along." In the course of the forenoon Sam managed to earn ten cents, and was forced to content himself with a very economical dinner. There was a place on Ann street, where, for this small sum, a plate of meat and a potato were furnished, but enough only to whet the appetite of a hearty boy like Sam. A suspicion did enter his mind as he rose from the table penniless once more, and his appetite still unsatisfied, that he had bought his liberty dearly, if his affairs did not improve. In the country he had enough to eat, a good bed to sleep in, and no care or anxiety, while he was not overworked. Here there was constant anxiety, and he never knew, when he rose in the morning, where his dinner was to come from, or whether he would be able to buy one. Still there was a fascination in the free, lawless life, and if he could only be sure of making even fifty cents a day he would probably have preferred it. It is not necessary to describe Sam's life in detail for the next month. He and Tim were constant companions; and under Tim's instruction he was rapidly acquiring the peculiar education of a street vagabond. Of his employments in that brief period it would be difficult to give a complete list. At one time he blacked boots for another boy, to whom he paid half his receipts, in return for the use of the box and blacking. But Sam was detected by his employer in rendering a false account, and was thrown upon his own resources again. It would have been much more to his interest to have a blacking-brush and box of his own; but whenever Sam had capital enough he preferred to spend it for a good dinner, so there did not seem much chance of his getting ahead. He had, before this time, been introduced to the Newsboys' Lodging House, where he was interrogated about his past life by the superintendent. Sam was obliged to have recourse to his imagination in reply, feeling that if he spoke the truth he would be liable to be returned to his country home. "Are your parents living?" inquired Mr. O'Connor. "No," said Sam, telling the truth this time. "When did they die?"