It has haunted me ever since.

Oh, it was dreadful!" "What was it ?" asked Mr.Dinneford.
"A sick baby in the arms of a half-drunken woman.

It made me shiver to look at its poor little face, wasted by hunger and sickness and purple with cold.

The woman sat at the street corner begging, and the people went by, no one seeming to care for the helpless, starving baby in her arms.

I saw a police-officer almost touch the woman as he passed.