He thought for a while of writing to his stepmother out of the fulness of his heart; and then he told himself that it was no use.

At last he went heavily to bed.

Three times in the night he awoke, and went and listened at the door of the boy's bedroom; there was no sound; he was sleeping peacefully.
After his morning bath Tinker looked a shade less grimy, and even the few meals he had enjoyed since his rescue had filled out his face a little.

About eleven it was decided that a walk in the Embankment gardens would be good for him, and Selina carried him out.

But it was very soon plain that it was anything but good for him.