We didn't think it was bad at first." "What is your name ?" "Blackett, sir--Jim Blackett." Peter began to see daylight.

He remembered both a Sally and Matilda Blackett .-- That was probably "Missy." A walk of six blocks transferred them to the centre of the tenement district.

Two flights of stairs brought them to the Blackett's rooms.

On the table of the first, which was evidently used both as a kitchen and sitting-room, already lay a coffin containing a seven-year-old girl.
Candles burned at the four corners, adding to the bad air and heat.

In the room beyond, in bed, with a tired-looking woman tending her, lay a child of five.