Save up them long faces for eight o'clock in the morning at Old Bailey.

Don't spoil our fun." It was half pathetic, this appeal; and Jeffreys for a day tried to be cheerful.

But he could not do it, and considerately went somewhere else.
How long was it to go on?
A time came when he could get no work, and starvation stared him in the face.

But a dying boy bequeathed him a loaf, and once again he was doomed to live.
But a loaf, and the proceeds of a week's odd jobs, came to an end.

And now once more, as he sits in the rain in Regent's Park, he faces something more than the weather.