Crossing the broad pavement of the busy thoroughfare, they went into a narrow street beyond, and so toward the East River.

At length they stopped before a low, modest house near a quiet corner.

A sloppy kitchen-maid stood upon the area steps abreast of the street.

A few miserable trees, pining to death in the stone desert of the town, were boxed up along the edge of the sidewalk.

A scavenger's cart was joggling along, and a little behind, a ragman's wagon with a string of jangling bells.