We had finished our provisions that morning. The windows of the taverns along the waterfront were brightly lit in the twilight, and we
could hear singing from some of them. From some, also, issued rich
cooking smells that made my belly groan in protest against its emptiness.
In a nearby window there was a board, and chalked on it: HOT PIES-
SIXPENCE. I still had a little money that I had brought with me, which I
had not dared spend before. I told Henry to wait for me and slipped in
through the door.
food
shoes
toys