Tommy, who had begun to descend to hold the door, turned and climbed upwards, and his tears were now but the drop left in a cup too hurriedly dried.

Where was he off to?
Shovel called after him; and he answered, in a determined whisper: "To shove of it out if it tries to come in at the winder." This was enough for the more knowing urchin, now so full of good things that with another added he must spill, and away he ran for an audience, which could also help him to bait Tommy, that being a game most sportive when there are several to fling at once.

At the door he knocked over, and was done with, a laughing little girl who had strayed from a more fashionable street.

She rose solemnly, and kissing her muff, to reassure it if it had got a fright, toddled in at the first open door to be out of the way of unmannerly boys.
Tommy, climbing courageously, heard the door slam, and looking down he saw--a strange child.

He climbed no higher.