The little girl still hesitated, but finally led the way up the street into a horrible-looking alley and pointed to a dingy tenement-house.
“Daddy is up there on the top floor in the back.”
“And is that where you live?” asked Jerry, with a shudder he could not repress.
“Yes, of course.”
“It’s not a nice place.”
“Oh, no,” and something like a tear glistened in the girl’s eye.
“Here is ten cents for you,” added Jerry. “You had better keep it for yourself. Are you hungry?”
“A little. I only had some bread to-day for dinner and supper.”
“Then go down to the restaurant on the corner and get something to eat for the money. You need it.”
The little girl ran off to do as bidden, and our hero entered the dilapidated tenement. Four dirty men and women sat on the stoop smoking and drinking from a tin pail.