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Not as much . He kissed the little pig-tailed daughter of the laundress and pursued her as she ran shrieking to her mother 's apron . That was all , but his defiant head and the laundress 's chance knowledge of his Juvenile Court record did for him . At six o'clock that evening , with a five-dollar bill of which he made a spitball for the judge 's departing figure down the station platform , he was shipped back to Hanscha . Secretly he was relieved . Life was easier in the tenement under the shadow of Brooklyn Bridge . The piece of its arch which he could see from his window was even beautiful , a curve of a stone into some beyond .