If I stopped at all, it was rather to exhibit the bravado of liberty than to distinguish any particular shop with my preference: all were equally beautiful; so were the carriages; so were the people.

Ladies frequently turned to look at me, perhaps because I had no covering on my head; but they did not interest me in the least.

I should have been willing to ask them or any one where the Peerage lived, only my mind was quite full, and I did not care.

I felt sure that a great deal of walking would ultimately bring me to St.Paul's or Westminster Abbey; to anything else I was indifferent.
Toward sunset my frame was struck as with an arrow by the sensations of hunger on passing a cook's-shop.

I faltered along, hoping to reach a second one, without knowing why I had dragged my limbs from the first.
There was a boy in ragged breeches, no taller than myself, standing tiptoe by the window of a very large and brilliant pastry-cook's.
He persuaded me to go into the shop and ask for a cake.