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CHAPTER I. Brother and Sister. Perhaps while in our glowing grate The cheerful blaze is rising higher There’s some one sitting desolate Without a spark of fire. Oh, what are we, that God hath blessed Our winter homes and made them glad, While other hearts are sore distressed, While other homes are sad? It was getting dark, though the Town Hall clock had only just struck four. But a fog had hung all over Liverpool since morning, and everything was as damp and dismal as it well could be; and now, as evening came on, the fog had settled into a downright drizzle, converting the streets into what seemed to Nelly Bates (who was crouched in the shadow of St. George’s Church) to be endless puddles. “I wish Benny would come,” said she to herself. “I wonder what has kept him? He said he’d be here when the clock struck four.” And she wrapped her tattered clothes more closely around her, and looked eagerly down Lord Street and up and down Castle Street. But no Benny appeared in sight. “I’m glad as how they’s lightin’ the lamps, anyhow. It’ll make it feel a bit warmer, I reckon,” she went on, “for it’s terrible cold. But Benny won’t be long now, nohow. I hope he’s sold all his fusees.” And she looked wistfully at the unsold matches lying in her lap. Then, after a pause, she went on again, “I’s had desp’rate bad luck to-day. I reckon the gen’lmen thinks it too much trouble to take off their gloves to get at the coppers. I wonder if they know what it is to be cold and hungry like me?” And the child moved a little farther into the shadow of the church, to escape the keen cold blast that swept up from the river. Little Nelly Bates was a delicate-looking child, with a pale, thoughtful face, and big, round, dreamy-looking eyes.
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