It was eight o'clock now, and Oliver ran. He was afraid that they might follow him. At last he sat down by a big stone. The stone showed that it was just seventy miles from that place to London! That great city! Nobody could find him there. He had heard people talk about it. They said that a boy need not be poor and hungry there. It was a good place for a homeless boy to go,he told himself. He jumped to his feet and continued walking.
Oliver had a piece of dry bread, an old thirt and two pain of