done this day. It was part of the dream.

The sack of coal was over his shoulder when they turned into Apple
Blossom Court. It would have been a black hole on a sunny day, and now
it was like Hades, lit grimly by a gas-jet or two, small and flickering,
with the orange haze about them. Filthy, flagging, murky doorways,
broken steps and broken windows stuffed with rags, and the smell of the
sewers let loose had Apple Blossom Court.

Glad, with the wealth of the pork and ham shop and other riches in her
arms, entered a repellent doorway in a spirit of great good cheer and
Dart followed her. Past a room where a drunken woman lay sleeping with
her head on a table, a child pulling at her dress and crying, up a
stairway with broken balusters and breaking steps, through a landing,
upstairs again, and up still farther until they reached the top. Glad
stopped before a door and shook the handle, crying out:

"'S only me, Polly. You can open it." She added to Dart in an
undertone: "She 'as to keep it locked. No knowin' who'd want to get in.
Polly," shaking the door-handle again, "Polly's only me."

The door opened slowly. On the other side of it stood a girl with a
dimpled round face which was quite pale; under one of her childishly
vacant blue eyes was a discoloration, and her curly fair hair was tucked
up on the top of her head in a knot. As she took in the fact of Antony
Dart's presence her chin began to quiver.

"I ain't fit to--to see no one," she stammered pitifully. "Why did you,
Glad--why did you?"