That night, alone in the room with the coffins,Oliver cried bitter, lonely tears．
He did not sleep, and very early in the morning, before anyone was awake, he quietly unlocked the shop door and left the house．
He ran up the street and through the town as far as the main road,where he saw a sign that told him it was just seventy miles from there to London.
The name London gave the boy an idea．That huge place！ Nobody, not even Mr Bumble, could ever find him there！
He had heard old men in the workhouse say it was a good place for brave boys, and that there was always work there for those that wanted it．
It would be the best place for him．He jumped to his feet and walked forward again．