"I've always said they was dangerous things to 'ave about.

Right away from the beginning ...

It ought to be put a stop to.

Any'ow, I 'ope 'e won't come along 'ere." "I'd like to 'ave a look at 'im," said the young man at the bar recklessly, and added, "I _seen_ the Princess." "D'you think they'll 'urt 'im ?" said the barmaid.
"May 'ave to," said the young man at the bar, finishing his glass.
Amidst a hum of ten million such sayings young Caddles came to London...
II.
I think of young Caddles always as he was seen in the New Kent Road, the sunset warm upon his perplexed and staring face.

The Road was thick with its varied traffic, omnibuses, trams, vans, carts, trolleys, cyclists, motors, and a marvelling crowd--loafers, women, nurse-maids, shopping women, children, venturesome hobble-dehoys--gathered behind his gingerly moving feet.