"The little one clinging tightly to her hand she approached the door"
"Shut the door, you beggar!" shouted the bartender. "Don't you know the wind is blowin' and lights will go out? Besides its deuced cold night, and coal costs money, you know, Stella," added the fellow less savagely, as, glancing quietly at him, and leading her boy, she slowly moved toward the big coal stove.
"Let 'em warm themselves, can't you?" exclaimed one of the men sitting at a table and shuffling cards for a game.
"Whose hinderin' 'em? I aint! All I'm objectin' to is the length of time she held the door open when she came in."
"Wal, she's in now, and the door's shut, aint it?" drawled the card player.
"Yes."
"Then close your gab!" and lowering his tone to his partner opposite he said shortly, "Play, wont you?"
In the meantime Estella was warming herself beside the fire. On her knees she held the boy whose head soon drooped drowsily in spite of his hunger.