Yet here and there a man in his shirt-sleeves leaned forth despondently from a window or sat in view within, dozing over the Sunday paper.
A rattling of light wheels drew near, and a nasal voice cried ''Okey-pokey! 'Okey-'okey-'okey Penny a lump!' It was the man who sold ice-cream.

He came to a stop, and half a dozen boys gathered about his truck.

The delicacy was dispensed to them in little green and yellow glasses, from which they extracted it with their tongues.

The vendor remained for a few minutes, then on again with his ''Okey'-okey-'okey!' sung through the nose.
Next came a sound of distressful voices, whining the discords of a mendicant psalm.

A man, a woman, and two small children crawled along the street; their eyes surveyed the upper windows.