Bim came scurrying down from the roof.
"Sit on his head," June commanded him. The gnome perched on the policeman's helmet. "Make him help!"
The youths dragged at and lifted down their tins of milk. Then the cabman, policeman, and they boldly entered the court, crept into every room of every house--there are few locks in Paradise Court, and bolts are seldom shot there--and put by each sleeping child a cup of milk, a bun and a piece of chocolate--surprises for their awakening.
The good things were just enough for the number needing them, with five buns left over, which the cabman pocketed.
The human quartet eventually emerged from the court, radiant with kindness.
"I could do a drink," said the policeman, darkening his bull's-eye lantern.
"Same 'ere," said the heated charioteer.
"And so say all of us!" chimed the youths.
The policeman gave a peculiar whistle. An upper window of the public-house was quietly opened.
"'Oo goes there?" whispered Bung.