Illustrations
| Then the Epileptic Octogenarian Let Me Go and the Pauper Line Went in Before the Parish Clerk for the Charity Shilling | Frontispiece |
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| When the Train Started for Liverpool, I Counted my Pennies while my Aunt Wept Bitterly | 52 |
| Pat and Tim Led Me to the Charles Street Dumping Ground—Which Was the Neighborhood Gehenna | 78 |
| I Was Given a Broom, and then I Found Myself alone with Mary | 122 |
| “Peter-one-leg-and-a-half” Led Us at Night over High Board Fences | 146 |
| The Spinners Would not Stop their Mules while I Cleaned the Wheels | 170 |
| He Plucked the Venerable Beard of a Somnolent Hebrew | 196 |
| The Gang Began to Hold “Surprise Parties” for the Girls in the Mill | 246 |