Hannah did not abuse her, but she turned away, with a feeling as though her feet were weighted with lead.  What should she do with little Roy? she dare not keep him for a whole hour in the cold, cold street.  Ah! there was one refuge, and it was close--a public-house shed its cheerful light upon the scene.  There, in a place so warm and snug both she and the child might wait in shelter, in warmth and safety, and she had sixpence in her pocket, and she might spend twopence in gin.  If little Roy were spared to her she meant never to drink again, but to-night she must have one little dram, for her heart was very low.