He laughed again, shortly and angrily.
"I'm amazed at your cheek," he said. "No, certainly not! And you'd better learn manners before you beg again."
Then he banged the door.
About ten minutes later he woke up from a doze, very wide awake indeed, and looked round. There lay on the table by him a Dutch cheese, a large crusty piece of bread and some very soft salt butter in a saucer. There was also a good glass of beer left—not claret-cup—in a glass jug, very much as Frank had pictured it.
He got up and went out to the street door, shading his eyes against the sun. But the street lay hot and dusty in the afternoon light, empty from end to end, except for a cat, nose in tail, coiled on the grocery door-step.
Then he saw two children, in white frocks, appear round a corner, and he remembered that it was close on time for Catechism.