Doesn't matter, Sir. I can hardly notice it anymore, except, perhaps when it is snowing and my Pa sends me out without shoes to my feet or even a shawl. Then it is bitter, but what is to be done?

[She shrugs. It's funny, really, but she can't help to warm to this strange man.]

Do you live here, Sir? If you know the park, and the town, then you must live here. Do you know what is happening? Why do they cheer me? Why do they not shout when they see me asleep on the grass?