I bought some bread, and still wandered about.

There are some streets into which I can never bear to go now; the thought of walking about them eight years ago is too terrible to me.

Well, I walked till midnight, and then could stand up no longer.

I found myself in a dirty little street where the house doors stood open all night; I went into one, and walked up as far as the first landing, and there fell down in a corner and slept all night." "Poor child!" said Waymark, looking into her face, which had become very animated as the details of the story succeeded each other in her mind.
"I must have looked a terrible little savage on that next morning," Ida went on, smiling sadly.

"Oh, how hungry I was! I was awoke by a woman who came out of one of the rooms, and I asked her if she'd give me something to eat.