interest him, in fact he had steeled his heart against children, and but for this accident, and the good chance of meeting with Mrs. M'Curdy, the warm and pleasant feelings which the innocence and beauty of childhood always create, had been unknown to him for ever.
Nothing could be cleaner and neater than the old lady; all her ways were tidy. She never ran her forefinger in a tumbler or tea cup, nor washed the tea things in a wash basin, nor dried them on the same towel with which the hands were dried, as many of the poor do. All this Mr. Price saw, and what made his room particularly comfortable was, that there were shutters to his window. His room was facing the road, which Mrs. M'Curdy very much regretted, as the children of the other shanties were for ever in view of the house, keeping up an eternal squalling and noise of some kind or other, frequently amounting to screams and yells. When things arrived at this height, the mothers of the different children would rush out, and by dint of pulling, tugging, beating and scolding, succeed in dragging the delinquent away from "the sick gentleman."
"Can't ye be after seeing that your noise disturbs the lame gentleman, ye sinners you," said Mrs. Brady one fine spring morning, as she was separating her two eldest boys from a fighting frolic—"come away, will ye, and get me the chips, or ye'll no get your breakfast, let alone your father's and the baby's."
One eye was directed to Mr. Price's window, while this was screamed out by the woman, a poor, dirty, broken down looking creature; who, although not more than five and thirty, looked at least fifty. She had never had the "luck" to see Mr. Price, a thing she ardently longed for, as every one else at some odd time or other, had taken a peep at him. Larry was loud in his praise, and lazy Jemmy, as he was call-
