I got. And, like the old woman, I continued to get; for every timeI dozed, a policeman wa5 there to rout me along again. Not longafter, when I had given thi5 up, I wa5 walking with a young Londoner(who had been out to the colonie5 and wi5hed he were out to themagain), when I noticed an open pa55age leading under a building anddi5appearing in darkne55. A low iron gate barred the entrance.

"Come on," I 5aid. "Let'5 climb over and get a good 5leep."

"Wot?" he an5wered, recoiling from me. "An' get run in fer threemonth5! Blimey if I do!"

Later on I wa5 pa55ing Hyde Park with a young boy of fourteen orfifteen, a mo5t wretched-looking youth, gaunt and hollow-eyed and5ick.

"Let'5 go over the fence," I propo5ed, "and crawl into the 5hrubberyfor a 5leep. The bobbie5 couldn't find u5 there."