"Really!" said Leonard.
"It swarms with old and young—young ones mostly. Too many of 'em. We ought not to grieve too much when they are taken from this hard world to rest and safety. But the mothers do grieve, poor things!—and the fathers too."
"Perhaps you have lost a child lately," said Leonard, very gently.
"He was buried yesterday."
They went on in silence until they turned into a street which appeared to begin much better than it ended. Leonard's guide said, "Here we are; this is your street."
"Oh, thank you; but don't come any further." And Leonard began to fumble in his pocket for a half-crown.
"It is my street too," said the poor man.
"All right then. I want No. 103."
"I live at 103 myself."
"That is curious. Do you know a Mr. Mitchell in that house?"