iron grating, and a man appearing underneath, the
old sailor called down to him:

"How many more do they want?"

"Twenty-four," came the answer.

We looked ahead anxiously and counted. Thirty-
four were ahead of us. Disappointment and con-

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sternation dawned upon the faces about me. It is
not a nice thing, hungry and penniless, to face a
sleepless night in the streets. But we hoped
against hope, till, when ten stood outside the
wicket, the porter turned us away.

"Full up," was what he said, as he banged the
door.

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