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'Goodness! If ever I did see such a pig!' said Ellen King, as she mounted the stairs. 'I wouldn't touch him with a pair of tongs!' 'Who?' said a voice from the bedroom. 'Why, that tramper who has just been in to buy a loaf! He is a perfect pig, I declare! I only wonder you did not find of him up here! The police ought to hinder such folk from coming into decent people's shops! There, you may see him now!' 'Is that he upon the bridge-that chap about the size of our Harold?' 'Yes. Did you ever see such a figure? His clothes aren't good enough for a scare-crow-and the dirt, you can't see that from here, but you might sow radishes in it!' 'Oh, he's swinging on the rail, just as I used to do. Put me down, Nelly; I don't want to see any more.' And the eyes filled with tears; there was a working about the thin cheeks and the white lips, and a long sigh came out at last, 'Oh, if I was but like him!' 'Like him! I'd wish something else before I wished that, ' said Ellen. 'Don't think about it, Alfred dear; here are Miss Jane's pictures.' 'I don't want the pictures, ' said Alfred wearily, as he laid his head down on his white pillow, and shut his eyes because they were hot with tears. Ellen looked at him very sadly, and the feeling in her own mind was, that he was right, and nothing could make up for the health and strength that she knew her mother feared would never return to him.