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The
ships
lay
there
,
and
the
sea
rocked
in
the
sunshine
.
There
was
bustle
and
movement
everywhere
,
shrieking
steam-whistles
,
quay
porters
with
cases
on
their
shoulders
,
lively
"
shanties
"
coming
from
the
prams
.
An
old
woman
,
a
vendor
of
cakes
,
sits
near
me
,
and
bends
her
brown
nose
down
over
her
wares
.
The
little
table
before
her
is
sinfully
full
of
nice
things
,
and
I
turn
away
with
distaste
.
She
is
filling
the
whole
quay
with
her
smell
of
cakes
--
phew
!
up
with
the
windows
!
I
accosted
a
gentleman
sitting
at
my
side
,
and
represented
forcibly
to
him
the
nuisance
of
having
cake-sellers
here
,
cake-sellers
there
...
.
Eh
?
Yes
;
but
he
must
really
admit
that
...
.
But
the
good
man
smelt
a
rat
,
and
did
not
give
me
time
to
finish
speaking
,
for
he
got
up
and
left
.
I
rose
,
too
,
and
followed
him
,
firmly
determined
to
convince
him
of
his
mistake
.
"
If
it
was
only
out
of
consideration
for
sanitary
conditions
,
"
said
I
;
and
I
slapped
him
on
the
shoulders
.
"
Excuse
me
,
I
am
a
stranger
here
,
and
know
nothing
of
the
sanitary
conditions
,
"
he
replied
,
and
stared
at
me
with
positive
fear
.
Oh
,
that
alters
the
case
!
if
he
was
a
stranger
...
.
Could
I
not
render
him
a
service
in
any
way
?
show
him
about
?
Really
not
?
because
it
would
be
a
pleasure
to
me
,
and
it
would
cost
him
nothing
...
.
But
the
man
wanted
absolutely
to
get
rid
of
me
,
and
he
sheered
off
,
in
all
haste
,
to
the
other
side
of
the
street
.
I
returned
to
the
bench
and
sat
down
.
I
was
fearfully
disturbed
,
and
the
big
street
organ
that
had
begun
to
grind
a
tune
a
little
farther
away
made
me
still
worse
--
a
regular
metallic
music
,
a
fragment
of
Weber
,
to
which
a
little
girl
is
singing
a
mournful
strain
.
The
flute-like
sorrowfulness
of
the
organ
thrills
through
my
blood
;
my
nerves
vibrate
in
responsive
echo
.
A
moment
later
,
and
I
fall
back
on
the
seat
,
whimpering
and
crooning
in
time
to
it
.
Oh
,
what
strange
freaks
one
's
thoughts
are
guilty
of
when
one
is
starving
.
I
feel
myself
lifted
up
by
these
notes
,
dissolved
in
tones
,
and
I
float
out
,
I
feel
so
clearly
.
How
I
float
out
,
soaring
high
above
the
mountains
,
dancing
through
zones
of
light
!
...
"
A
halfpenny
,
"
whines
the
little
organ-girl
,
reaching
forth
her
little
tin
plate
;
"
only
a
halfpenny
.
"
