The babe, Tommie, died.

He went away in a white, insignificant coffin, his small waxen hand clutching a flower that the girl, Maggie, had stolen from an Italian.
She and Jimmie lived.
The inexperienced fibres of the boy's eyes were hardened at an early age.

He became a young man of leather.

He lived some red years without laboring.

During that time his sneer became chronic.