on the narrow strip of beach. He picked the most faded leaves from his flowers and broke off the dead ends of their stems. Then he dug a hole with his fingers in the sand, and the bottom of the hole filled at once with water. He laid the flowers round the hole with their stems in the water, and covered them with his newspaper.
In the early afternoon he gathered up his flowers and went back to Thirty-first Street. By dark, the flowers which he had not sold were so faded that when he offered them people only laughed; and he was back close to the building where Lampert lived. He had decided now, with reference to Lampert, that he would merely go into the court and wait. People would be passing in and out, perhaps Lampert among them, and something might occur to point him out to him.
With dusk a fog had come in from the lake, which turned to water on the stair-rails and the eaves and dripped into the court. In the mist and darkness which filled the badly lighted court, he could not tell much about the people passing
