Got anywhere to stay?' No, and I've got no money. you? And you want a place to sleep tonight, don't'Yes, said Oliver. respectable old gentleman"I'm going to London. I know a there who'll give you somewhere to stay for nothing.' Oliver was happy to accept this unexpected offer'What's your name?" Oliver asked. Artful Dodger JACK DAw KINS. But they call me"the late that night The two set off for London, and arrived of narrow, Oliver followed his new through maze smelly streets. There were crying children everywhere. Oliver began to think he should run away, but Dawkins took him by the arm and led him into a dark passage Dawkins whistled. A man with a candle appeared and asked, 'Who've you got with you?' A new friend, replied Dawkins, pulling Oliver forward Take him upstairs to FAGIN, said the man. They went up to a room that was black with age and dirt. An old man with a red beard was cooking sausages on a fire. Seated round the table were four or five boys. Dawkins went up and whispered to the old man. The boys all looked at Oliver. The old man smiled and took Oliver's hand. 'Fagin, this is my friend Oliver Twist," said Dawkins. Fagin bowed. "Glad to see you, Oliver," he said. "Dodger, get the sausages and give the boy a place to sit near the fire. Oliver looked around. His eyes stopped at a line of silk handkerchiefs hanging on a clothesline. Ah!" said Fagin. 'You're looking at all the'kerchiefs, are you? We took them out to wash, that's all. Ha! Ha!" Everybody laughed and then they had their supper. They gave Oliver a hot drink. The next minute he fell fast asleep.