He bit his nails until the blood came, and struggled manfully to keep back the tears.

He was cold, hungry, and disgraced, and his mind was full of sinister thoughts.

Inch by inch he moved closer to the railing.
Suddenly something fell at his feet.

It was an orange.

Looking up, he saw a slender little girl in a long tan coat and a white tam-o'-shanter leaning over the railing.