For a while he persisted in his psalmody, but at length, without warning, he rushed upon his tormentors, and with angry shrieks endeavoured to take revenge.

The uproar continued till a policeman came and cleared the way.

Then Jack went off again, singing, 'All ye works of the Lord.' With his voice blended that of the costermonger, 'Penny a bundill!' Up in the Hewetts' back-room lay Jane Snowdon, now seemingly asleep, now delirious.

When she talked, a name was constantly upon her lips; she kept calling for 'Mr.Kirkwood.' Amy was at school; Annie and Tom frequently went into the room and gazed curiously at the sick girl.
Mrs.Hewett felt so ill to-day that she could only lie on the bed and try to silence her baby's crying.
The house-door was left wide open between the departure and return of the mourners; a superstition of the people demands this.

The Peckovers brought back with them some half a dozen relatives and friends, invited to a late dinner.