"Children need to be looked after." Ben said. He knocked on a door across the yard. A man with a dark beard opened. "What is it, Ben?"
"Crane found this child in front of his door this morning." Ben said. "We were wondering if Mary would be able to nurse it for now."
But the woman appeared behind her husband. She was carrying a baby on her arm. Her clothes were in a poor state, she was thin and looked worn out. A toddler girl with messy hair came running and held on to her skirt. "Don't mean to be rude, Ben, but I've got me own to feed."