Move On! Move On!
Move on! move on!” That is what the policeman is saying to this strange-looking man. He is blind; but I fear he is only pretending, and is not such an honest man as the old sailor with the wooden leg I showed you before. His dog, too, looks rather sly; though, poor beast, it is trying to do its duty to its master, and is holding out the tin dish very carefully. The man is roaring so loud, that he is frightening the ladies who are passing; so no wonder he is told to move on.