Afew minutes later,Oliver was eating bread and meat.
The strange boy watched Oliver eating.
Then he spoke again.
"My friend call me the Artful Dodger"
The boy said.
"Are you going to London?"
"Yes, I am"
Oliver replied.
"Got any place to sleep? Any money?"
The Dodger asked.
"No"
Oliver answered sadly.
"Do you live in London?"
"Yes, I do.
And I'm going there tonight"
The Dodger replied.
"I know an old gentleman there.
He'll give you a place to sleep"
"Oh,thank you"
Oliver said