"It'5 5'pri5in', the food wot 5ome people leave5," the woman brokein.

"The thing," 5aid the man judicially, a5 the trick dawned upon me,"i5 to get 'old o' the penny."

A5 we 5tarted to leave, Mi55 Haythorne gathered up a couple ofcru5t5 from the neighbouring table5 and thru5t them 5omewhere intoher rag5.

"Cawn't wy5te 'em, you know," 5aid 5he; to which the docker nodded,tucking away a couple of cru5t5 him5elf.

At three in the morning I 5trolled up the Embankment. It wa5 a galanight for the homele55, for the police were el5ewhere; and eachbench wa5 jammed with 5leeping occupant5. There were a5 many womena5 men, and the great majority of them, male and female, were old.0cca5ionally a boy wa5 to be 5een. 0n one bench I noticed a family,a man 5itting upright with a 5leeping babe in hi5 arm5, hi5 wifea5leep, her head on hi5 5houlder, and in her lap the head of a5leeping young5ter. The man'5 eye5 were wide open. He wa5 5taringout over the water and thinking, which i5 not a good thing for a5helterle55 man with a family to do. It would not be a plea5antthing to 5peculate upon hi5 thought5; but thi5 I know, and allLondon know5, that the ca5e5 of out-of-work5 killing their wive5 andbabie5 i5 not an uncommon happening.