But this was not all; there was a great lump as large as a pigeon's egg on the back of his head, a black-and-blue spot on his forehead and a bad cut on his upper lip.

His joy at seeing her and the tearful cry he gave as he threw his arm's about her neck quite overcame Mrs.Burke, and caused her eyes to grow dim.

She was angry at the plight in which she found him, and said some hard things to the woman who had promised to look after the child, at which the latter grew angry in turn, and told her to stay at home and take care of the brat herself, or put him in one of the homes.
The fresh care and anxiety felt by Mrs.Burke drew little Andy nearer and made her reject more decidedly the thought of giving him up.

She remained at home on the day following, but did not find it so easy as before to keep the baby quiet.

He had got a taste of the free, wild life of the street, of its companionship and excitement, and fretted to go out.