My attention was divided between two papers, the scrap in the square and my daily copy of the _Times_.

Any morning the one might tell me that I had lost my bet, or the other that I had won it; and I hurried to the window fearing that the paper had migrated to another square, and hoping my _Times_ might contain the information that the government was out.
I felt that neither could last very much longer.

It was remarkable how much my interest in politics had increased since I made this wager.
[Illustration] The doctor, I believe, relied chiefly on the scavengers.

He thought they were sure to pounce upon the scrap soon.

I did not, however, see why I should fear them.