She was sixty-two years old and a match vendor.

She died as a wild animal dies.
Fresh in my mind is the picture of a boy in the dock of an East End police court.

His head was barely visible above the railing.

He was being proved guilty of stealing two shillings from a woman, which he had spent, not for candy and cakes and a good time, but for food.
"Why didn't you ask the woman for food ?" the magistrate demanded, in a hurt sort of tone.

"She would surely have given you something to eat." "If I 'ad arsked 'er, I'd got locked up for beggin'," was the boy's reply.
The magistrate knitted his brows and accepted the rebuke.