But hunger like the swines', that was not over-nice, satisfied itself amid these disgusting conglomerations, and kept off starvation.
Along this wretched street, with scarcely an apology for a sidewalk, moved Pinky and the queen, until they reached a small two-story frame house that presented a different aspect from the wretched tenements amid which it stood.

It was clean upon the outside, and had, as contrasted with its neighbors, an air of superiority.

This was the queen's residence.

Inside, all was plain and homely, but clean and in order.
The excitement into which Pinky had been thrown was nearly over by this time.
"You've done me a good turn, Norah," she said as the door closed upon them, "and I'll not soon forget you." "Ugh!" ejaculated Norah as she looked into Pinky's bruised face; "Sal's hit you square in the eye; it'll be black as y'r boot by morning.

I'll get some cold water." A basin of cold water was brought, and Pinky held a wet cloth to the swollen spot for a long time, hoping thereby not only to reduce the swelling, but to prevent discoloration.
"Y'r a fool to meddle with Sal," said Norah as she set the basin of water before Pinky.
"Why don't you meddle with her?
Why do you let her beat poor little Kit the way she does ?" demanded Pinky.
Norah shrugged her shoulders, and answered with no more feeling in her voice than if she had been speaking of inanimate things: "She's got to keep Kit up to her work." "Up to her work!" "Yes; that's just it.