As a matter of course, the fair boy with his broken arm turned up on the fire-engine, and brought most of the family down the escape with his sound arm.

Then by a sudden transition the scene changed back to the organ-grinder's "cottage," on the ground floor of which in another cradle slept another infant, a boy, fair, of course, and beautifully made, showing great promise of physical force and heroism of disposition.
"He was older than Alicia, and could speak a little.

There was no one in the room, and as he sat up in his cradle he felt very sad.

Presently two young organ-grinders came into the room.

One was dark and vicious, the other was fair [of course] and had a pleasant expression.