wistfully as at some young goddess of youth and health and to one she gave a bright morning greeting to another money perhaps to others hope � who the lovely can tell presently she turned out of the but lately opened gates and stood hesitating in garden miss said the policeman she addressed straight down through and square turn to your right then to your left and there you are when she had smiled and thanked him stood looking after her and he too smiled even his hideous dress and office could not quite cut him off from manly emotions and he was aware that quite early in the day he had got a most especial treat � and enjoyed it he touched his hat when passed him for was extremely well known but the look of pleasure diminished on his face and as a man he felt for he did not consider good enough for the young lady they re rum these he as he watched what he supposed to be the disappearance in the distance garden at this time of the morning when they might lie snug in their beds and i will say that blue eyes and io the lovely hair with a colour like a rose is my fancy and a walk so as she d go over as if they was satin he added thinking that if that were his sweetheart he would not tail behind but step out brisk beside her and then he thought of his fat sandy haired old woman at home and sighed half way down s came and as she stopped to tie it resting her foot on a stepped forward and performed the task for her she started very slightly and looking down on him as he knelt with a face full of delicious mirth and mischief said � don t be alarmed naught is never in danger may i come with you said when he had rubbed the dust from his knees and straightened himself i heard you tell the policeman where you were going you must know said keeping swift step with him as a man likes every woman to do but only a tall woman can said to me there s only one thing worth seeing in london and that s garden market before people are awake you get a the lovely real smell of the country there and a breath of the earth so here i am what will say and she turned a look of mischief on at which he laughed and shook his head but with the good the filial the respectable beside me who could possibly say anything that s all right then said cheerily if we meet any one we know as if any of them would be up said looking at the army and navy club which they were then passing doesn t it smell of stale sleep and after all i don t see why the poor � who get little else � shouldn t have the delicious early morning hours to themselves it must soothe their starved hearts and do them good even if they don t know it don t you think so it strikes me the poor get a lot of pity they don t deserve said who was a to the and who did not like some talk like a radical paper the worst of these poor is that they won t work they ll knock up over tasks that you or i would do without if we had got to do them that is where our training comes in cried the lovely the head helps the hands but those poor wretches who painfully along from birth to burial they can be taught by our trying to make their lives happier oh at the the other night after dinner i stood on the balcony and saw the dark figures far below on the and the black river beyond and i thought of what might be if only the people who have too much money would help those who have too little and what would you do said as they crossed the deserted that looked strangely under that clear pure morning sky i would light up the brilliantly from end to end think of that beautiful background of trees and picturesque houses the most beautiful site in europe for a people s i would have a at intervals under those trees with seats where people could rest and listen and there should be and books and every man should have his book and every woman her or coffee and the poorest of all should be there and the children who were big enough should come too the lovely the weather said but it does not rain right through the summer i would draw the men out of the public houses the poor tired women out of their stifling and they should all have a few hours of peace in the open air with such music as pleased them and they would go home refreshed to sleep not to and fight as they do now i would do the same with park and any other green space that was meant just as much for the enjoyment of the poor as the rich shook his head it would never answer he said oh why not cried passionately were all the pleasures in the world even pure air made solely for the rich i think it is � it is horrible � that one man may own twenty millions of money and another has to commit a crime to keep the life in his miserable body and if i were wealthy cried the girl indignantly i d be a it s the who are the real friends of the poor some of their money through to the very lowest classes and even if he does ruin himself the prodigal has done more good than the man who never no 