Here is poor little Johnnie Green crying on his door-step. But why is he crying, you would like to know. Well, because a naughty boy who was passing, snatched off his cap and tossed it somewhere out of Johnnie's reach. It is well that his big brother is close at hand to get it for him, after he hears the cause of his tears.
MOVE ON! MOVE ON!
[Original]
Move on! move on!" That is what the policeman is saying to this strange-looking man. He is blind; but I fear he is only pretending, and is not such an honest man as the old sailor with the wooden leg I showed you before. His dog, too, looks rather sly; though, poor beast, it is trying to do its duty to its master, and is holding out the tin dish very carefully. The man is roaring so loud, that he is frightening the ladies who are passing; so no wonder he is told to move on.