The little boys whooped in glee.

As she started up the street they fell in behind and marched uproariously.

Occasionally she wheeled about and made charges on them.

They ran nimbly out of reach and taunted her.
In the frame of a gruesome doorway she stood for a moment cursing them.
Her hair straggled, giving her crimson features a look of insanity.
Her great fists quivered as she shook them madly in the air.
The urchins made terrific noises until she turned and disappeared.
Then they filed quietly in the way they had come.
The woman floundered about in the lower hall of the tenement house and finally stumbled up the stairs.

On an upper hall a door was opened and a collection of heads peered curiously out, watching her.