Tom Beauling looked up at the judge, and saw that the judge was looking down at him. How bright the eyes of the judge!
They went up the steps, hand in hand, very slowly, for little Beauling had to get both feet on a given step before he could negotiate the next. This he always did with his right foot.
Half way up the flight they stopped. The judge was reading the gold letters on the green board:
Orphan Asylum
Little Beauling felt the hand that was holding his own tighten. Then he felt himself snatched into the air by a strong arm, and he heard a hoarse voice crying, "Let's get out of this, Tom!" Judge Tyler, with little Beauling in his arms, ran down the steps of the orphan asylum like one fleeing from justice.
They had delicious things to eat off of a marble counter. You sat on a high
