He came crawling, as the worm.

The recent Ben Blunt pulled a cap over a shorn head and advanced stoically before the group.
"One moment," said Miss Juliana.

"We seem to be forgetting something." She indicated the hat of Patricia Whipple lying on the ground near where smouldered the two ends of the abandoned pennygrab.

"I think you might resume this, my dear, and restore the cap to its rightful owner." It was but a further play of her debased fancy.

The mere street urchin was now decked in a girl's hat and a presumable girl wore an incongruous cap.