If I
can live and save money at it, you ought to be smart enough to _live_. Go
to it 'til I get my day's work done. You just can't go home, because
they'll think you don't amount to anything; the fellows will make game of
you, and besides Jud is doing wonderfully well, your father said so. He
seemed so tickled over him, I guess the fact is he is getting more help
from him that he ever did from Junior boy, so your job there isn't open.
Go at whatever you can see that needs to be done, 'til I get my work over
and we'll try again. I'll be out about three, and you can meet me here."
Empty and disheartened Junior squeezed the dime and hurried toward the
nearest restaurant. But the transaction had been witnessed by a boy as
hungry as he, and hardened to the street. How Junior came to be sprawling
on the sidewalk he never knew; only that his hand involuntarily opened in
falling and he threw it out to catch himself, so he couldn't find the
dime. Before noon he was sick and reeling with sleeplessness and hunger.
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