The head was withdrawn and the window closed.
The child bowed his forehead, drew the sleeping infant closer in his arms, and collected his strength to resume his journey. He had taken a few steps, and was hurrying away.
However, at the same time that the window closed the door had opened; a step had been let down; the voice which had spoken to the child cried out angrily from the inside of the van,—
"Well! why do you not enter?"
The child turned back.
"Come in," resumed the voice. "Who has sent me a fellow like this, who is hungry and cold, and who does not come in?"
The child, at once repulsed and invited, remained motionless.
The voice continued,—
"You are told to come in, you young rascal."
He made up his mind, and placed one foot on the lowest step.