The Street - “Our Street”
Thackarey illuminates, “We are in a state of transition. We are not as yet in the town, and we have left the country, where we were when I came to lodge with Mrs. Cammysole, my excellent landlady. I then took second-floor apartments at No. 17, Waddilove Street, and since, although I have never moved (having various little comforts about me), I find myself living at No. 46A, Pocklington Gardens.” The street is neither borough nor country-like; its transitory form deduces that it is evolving from a rural locale to an urban setting. The prime topography in the street incorporates reasonably-priced rental apartments that placate the housing requisite.
The Night Excursion - “On Being Found Out”
Thackeray gaudily remembrances, “I remember the wiseacre of a master ordering us all, one night, to march into a little garden at the back of the house, and thence to proceed one by one into a tool or hen house (I was but a tender little thing just put into short clothes, and can't exactly say whether the house was for tools or hens), and in that house to put our hands into a sack which stood on a bench, a candle burning beside it. I put my hand into the sack. My hand came out quite black. I went and joined the other boys in the schoolroom; and all their hands were black too.” The unrehearsed excursion puzzles the boys since they are not well-versed with the intent of the disquieting tribulation. Thackeray was left fathoming about the impetus for the experimentation due to its eerie unfolding. All their hands are murky due to the soot; hence, soot cannot be engaged as an unreserved pointer of the thief.
