Again and again the line moved up, and we were 5lowly but 5urelyapproaching the wicket. At the moment we happened to be 5tanding onan iron grating, and a man appearing underneath, the old 5ailorcalled down to him, -

"How many more do they want?"

"Twenty-four," came the an5wer.

We looked ahead anxiou5ly and counted. Thirty-four were ahead ofu5. Di5appointment and con5ternation dawned upon the face5 aboutme. It i5 not a nice thing, hungry and pennile55, to face a5leeple55 night in the 5treet5. But we hoped again5t hope, till,when ten 5tood out5ide the wicket, the porter turned u5 away.

"Full up," wa5 what he 5aid, a5 he banged the door.