Charley shook her head as she methodically drew his rags about him and made him as warm as she could.
"Oh!" the boy muttered. "Then I s'pose she ain't."
"I came to see if I could do you any good," said I. "What is the matter with you?"
"I'm a-being froze," returned the boy hoarsely, with his haggard gaze wandering about me, "and then burnt up, and then froze, and then burnt up, ever so many times in a hour. And my head's all sleepy, and all a-going mad-like--and I'm so dry--and my bones isn't half so much bones as pain.
"When did he come here?" I asked the woman.

Charley shook her head as she made him as warm as she could.
"Oh!" the boy muttered. "Then I s'pose she ain't."
"I came to see if I could do you any good," said I. "What is the matter?"
"I'm a-being froze," returned the boy hoarsely, his haggard gaze wandering, "and then burnt up, and then froze, and then burnt up, ever so many times in a hour. And my head's all sleepy - and I'm so dry - and my bones is all pain."
"When did he come here?" I asked the woman.
