They would be a little hard to understand, perhaps; but then she was going to read books more than ever, and get knowledge.
She was in the part of Lambeth Walk farthest from her own street, having come there by chance, for she had observed nothing on the way.
She did not wish to go home yet.

One end of Paradise Street joins the Walk, and into that she turned.

If only there were a chance of Totty Nancarrow's being at home! But Totty was very regular at work.

Still, an inquiry at the door would be no harm.
Little Jack Bunce was standing in the open doorway; he had a rueful countenance, marked with recent tears.
'Do you know whether Miss Nancarrow's in ?' Thyrza asked of the little fellow.
He regarded her, and nodded silently.
'Really?
She's really in ?' 'Yes, she's up in her room,' was the grave answer.
Thyrza ran upstairs.

A tap at the door, and Totty's voice--unmistakable--gave admission.