There he is," she added, flinging the door open.
On the side of the kitchen, opposite to the door, was a pallet-bed stretched against the wall, and on it lay the woman's husband, Grind, dressed.

It was a small room, and it appeared literally full of children, of encumbrances of all sorts.

A string extended from one side of the fire-place to the other, and on this hung some wet coloured pinafores, the steam ascending from them in clouds, drawn out by the heat of the fire.

The children were in various stages of _un_-dress, these coloured pinafores doubtless constituting their sole outer garment.

But that Grind's eye had caught his, Lionel might have hesitated to enter so uncomfortable a place.