The boy heard someone coming and tried to make himself look small without looking up.  He sat there tense but hopeless.   When he became aware that that someone had stopped in front of him, he could smell those scents that told him it was someone well off.  Soap, perfume, fresh lenin.<br/><br/>He looked up slowly and realized it was the very fancy lady from the carriage.  He stares a moment with bright but tired eyes.  He slowly holds out a grimy hand, hoping for a few copper.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>