It's Victorian England. Jim Jarvis hopped about the edge of the road, his feet blue with cold. Passing carriages flung muddy snow in his face and eyes, While the swaying horses skidded and slithered as their drivers whipped them on. At last, Jim saw his chance and made a dash through the traffic. The little shops in the dark glowed yellow from the hanging lights. Jim dodged one light, then another until he found the shop he was looking for. The meat and pudding shop. Hungry boys and skinny dogs hovered the doorway, watching for loose scraps. Jim pushed past them, his coin as hot as coal in his hand. He could hear all the shouting, and he could feel the smell of hot gravy from inside the shop, he couldnt wait to get the pie for his Ma, and his sisters Lizzie and Emily.