Knowing nothing else better to do, I walked the streets.
In doing this I passed by many food-stands where fried chicken and half-moon apple pies were piled high and made to present a most tempting appearance.

At that time it seemed to me that I would have promised all that I expected to possess in the future to have gotten hold of one of those chicken legs or one of those pies.

But I could not get either of these, nor anything else to eat.
I must have walked the streets till after midnight.

At last I became so exhausted that I could walk no longer.

I was tired, I was hungry, I was everything but discouraged.