Withered persons, in curious postures of submission to something, sat smoking pipes in obscure corners.

A thousand odors of cooking food came forth to the street.

The building quivered and creaked from the weight of humanity stamping about in its bowels.
A small ragged girl dragged a red, bawling infant along the crowded ways.

He was hanging back, baby-like, bracing his wrinkled, bare legs.
The little girl cried out: "Ah, Tommie, come ahn.

Dere's Jimmie and fader.