Without Kith or Kin

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872. Excerpt: ... houses here and there, but when the population of the district wanted shops they went to Crashaw. I'm sure we've gone ever so much more than four miles, Joe began piteously to remonstrate, after a good while. Liz had taken the little fellow's hand, and they had been trudging on together, side by side. Do you think we have? I don't know. I wonder if we could ask some one? Liz said. That poor little face of hers had got by this time to be very white and anxious. Always grave and womanly, it looked strained and frightened now. Joe, concerned, as usual, only with the present, was solely occupied in grieving over the hardships of his tedious walk, but Liz was looking on a good way beyond this minute trouble. They had but sevenpence in their pockets, and when they had spent their sevenpence, what were they to do next? Those odd jobs by which Joe had talked of making money had, now that the need for them had come, begun to seem not a very firm security to depend upon. She had made up her mind, hard as it would be to do it, to. try and sing in the streets; but how could she sing in the streets if she could find no streets to sing in? Anxiously did the poor thing look along the road for some sign in the distance of a town or village; anxiously, but in vain. The road wound on, with hedgerows on either side of it, and without a break, as far as the eye could reach. It was very hot, and there was scarcely any shade. No wonder that poor Joe, weary and hungry, should moan and sob, and make their hard way harder by his complaints. Liz tried to cheer him, but nothing at that moment would have cheered him except a good meal and a comfortable rest, and these things she could not give him. So he went on, lagging and dejected, hanging to her hand, and wailing in a peev...