The next house we called at in Walker's Court was much like the first in appearance--very little left but the walls, and that little, such as none but the neediest would pick up, if it was thrown out to the streets.

The only person in the place was a pale, crippled woman; her sick head, lapped in a poor white clout, swayed languidly to and fro.

Besides being a cripple, she had been ill six years, and now her husband, also, was taken ill.

He had just crept off to fetch medicine for the two.

We did not stop here long.