ABSTRACT
The old woman confessed that she really did enjoy it, and on they went with the gardener’s boy for a guide, till in less than an hour they found themselves before the door of No. 12, in Hoxley-lane. Probably their little pioneer was not one of the widow’s visiters, for the pass through the hedge, leading to the back-kitchen door appeared unknown to him, and in answer to Miss Brotherton’s knock for admittance, the principal entrance to No. 12 was opened by the ragged mistress of the tenement.
