a week was all the seven people had to live upon, with the exception of a trifle the sickly old woman received from the Board of Guardians.

As we left the court, two young fellows were lounging at the entry end, as if waiting for us.

One of them stepped up to my friend, and whispered something plaintively, pointing to his feet.

I did not catch the reply; but my friend made a note, and we went on.
Before we had gone many yards down the street a storm of rain and thunder came on, and we hurried into the house of an old Irishwoman close by.

My friend knew the old woman.