Oh well, ’tis plain enough; from realms of snow
I landed here, some little time ago,
A lonely orphan, without kith or kin.
I need a friend.
[FLOWER GIRL _gives him an indignant_, _surprised glance_. _Then speaks
with quiet sarcasm_.]
Sir, they will take you in
On Hotel Street. The Y.M.C.A. there
Shelters all homeless youths within its pale.