"What say you, Molly? Have you room for 'em, old girl?"
"The house is small," said the woman, "but there is the little closet back of our bedroom, and Susie's mattress lying vacant. I could make 'em up tidy in that little closet."
The man laughed, and chucked his wife under the chin.
"Where's the use o' asking me," he said, "when you knows as you can't say no to no waif nor stray as hever walked?"
He went away, for he was employed just then in blowing the organ, and the organist was beckoning to him, so the woman turned to the children.
"My name is Mrs. Moseley, darlings, and ef you're content with a werry small closet for you and yer dog, why, yer welcome, and I'll promise as it shall be clean. Why, ef that'll do for the night's lodging, you three jest get back into the church pew, and hide Toby well under the seat, and I'll have done my work in about an hour, and then we'll go back home to dinner."
CHAPTER V.
A HOUSE WITHOUT A DOOR.
The children in their wanderings the day before, and again this morning, had quite unknown to themselves traveled quite away from Bloomsbury, and when they entered the church, and sat down in that pew, and hid Toby underneath, they were in the far-famed East-End quarter of the great town. They knew nothing of this themselves, though Cecile did think the houses very poor and the people very dirty. They were, therefore, doubly fortunate in coming across Mrs. Moseley.