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`` We 'll make him sorry fer himself ! '' And the next day their sympathy took the practical form that Tode had suggested , for every one of them that had any money to spend , spent it at `` Tode 's Corner , '' so that his stand was cleared again , but in a very satisfactory fashion -- a fashion that filled his pockets with dimes and nickels . Sundays were Tode 's dreariest days . He found that it did not pay to keep his stand open later than ten o'clock , and then after he had spent an hour with Little Brother and Nan , the time hung heavy on his hands . Sometimes he pored over a newspaper for a while , sometimes over something even more objectionable than the Sunday newspaper , and for the rest , he loafed around street corners and wharves with other homeless boys like himself . One Sunday morning he was listlessly reading over some play-bills pasted on a fence , when the word `` bishop '' caught his eye , and he spelled out the announcement that a well-known bishop was to speak in St. Mark 's Church , that afternoon . `` Cracky !