Her position was logical enough--those members of her
family who did show had to be showy.
During this period and several others Pemberton was quite aware of how he
and his comrade might strike people; wandering languidly through the
Jardin des Plantes as if they had nowhere to go, sitting on the winter
days in the galleries of the Louvre, so splendidly ironical to the
homeless, as if for the advantage of the calorifere. They joked about it
sometimes: it was the sort of joke that was perfectly within the boy's
compass. They figured themselves as part of the vast vague hand-to-mouth
multitude of the enormous city and pretended they were proud of their
position in it--it showed them "such a lot of life" and made them
conscious of a democratic brotherhood. If Pemberton couldn't feel a
sympathy in destitution with his small companion--for after all Morgan's
fond parents would never have let him really suffer--the boy would at
least feel it with him, so it came to the same thing. He used sometimes
to wonder what people would think they were--to fancy they were looked
askance at, as if it might be a suspected case of kidnapping.
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