The Children's Pilgrimage w/ Nook Direct Link Technology (A Classic Children Book)

The three were alone, for the street in which they sat was a cul-de-sac --leading nowhere; and at this hour, on this Sunday evening, seemed quite deserted. The boy and girl were no East End waifs; they were clean; they looked respectable; and the doorstep which gave them a temporary resting-place belonged to no far-famed Stepney or Poplar. It stood in a little, old-fashioned, old-world court, back of Bloomsbury. They were a foreign-looking little pair--not in their dress, which was truly English in its clumsiness and want of picturesque coloring--but their faces were foreign. The contour was peculiar, the setting of the two pairs of eyes--un-Saxon.