What does he think I'm going to do, to-night?
If he cared for me, would he let me sleep in the streets?
I have tried to do right, but it was of no use.

When I tried the hardest, he was the crossest, and made me do wrong whether I would or not.

I don't care what becomes of me now!" As Andrew uttered these last words, a reckless spirit seized him, and starting up, he walked away with a firm step.

But he had gone only a block or two, before his mind again became oppressed with a sense of his houseless condition, and pausing, he murmured, in a sad under tone-- "Where shall I go ?" For a little while he stood irresolute, and then moved on again.

For several squares farther he walked, with no definite purpose in his mind, when he came to a row of three or four unfinished houses, the door of one of which was partially opened; at least so much so, that it was only necessary to pull off a narrow strip of board in order to effect an entrance.