He brought 'em in one day -- neest an' all; an' poor nake't crayters they were.

He's a great lad for birds." "He's no worse nor me for that," answered the old man; "aw use't to be terrible fond o' brids when aw wur yung." After a little more talk, we bade the old couple good day, and went to peep at the cellar where they had crept stealthily away, for the sake of keeping their expenses close to their lessening income.

The place was empty, and the door was open.

It was a damp and cheerless little hole, down in the corner of a dirty court.

We went next into Pole Street, and tried the door of a cottage where a widow woman lived with her children less than a week before.