Harry was in the yard, surrounded by several children who were helping him fix a bicycle. None of them had ever rode on one, including Harry. But if people could pay, he could fix it. He was instructing the children to get certain items, or hold the bicycle a certain way while he was working on it. They looked unwashed, their clothes were old and their hair was uncombed.

Harry rose when the man called out his name. "Yer lookin' at 'im, ser," he said. He wasn't much to look at, with his brown hair receding, revealing a sweaty forehead, and his skin coarse, two teeth missing from his mouth and dirty clothes. The man in front of him, on the other hand, was decently dressed. And that meant money.
"Kitty, go inside and get t' gentleman a cuppa tea." he told one of the children.
"I'm not Kitty," the child protested.
"I don't care what yer called. Make that tea already!"
The girl rushed inside and Harry turned back to the other man. "How can I help ye, ser?"