Montague Glass

“ At any rate, the park was no place for sleeping in winter, so he shaped a course for the setting sun and trudged manfully on toward the West Side. It is fairly astounding, when you are a fugitive from justice, how many policemen you meet. Ambrose must have run across half a dozen in the next ten minutes. The last one he recognized as a former neighbor of his father on Cherry-Street, and it spurred his tired legs into a stumbling trot. ”

“ The thing now was to find something to eat. He had been on his way home to lunch when he met Pincus, and the thought of the fried liver or chuck steak that he had missed almost made him weep anew. But meals on Cherry Street are more or less uncertain affairs. Sometimes you get them, sometimes you don't; and the skipping of lunch only made Ambrose the keener for his dinner.
As he entered the park, he encountered a boy carrying a small wooden box suspended from his shoulders.
"La-a-arzenges, cent a package!" the young merchant chanted for Ambrose's benefit. "Milk chawklet. Peanuts!" ”

“ It was during the execution by Pincus of a truly marvelous pirouette that Ambrose McGann paused on his way home to lunch from the parochial school, and made critical survey of the performance. Here was something extraordinary, Ambrose cogitated; an infant, and to all appearances one of the seed of Abraham, playing a solitary game on the sidewalk and finding amusement in dumb motions that made you laugh—yes, that made you guffaw in raucous, inarticulate jeers. It excited a certain resentment in Ambrose. ”