tip.
He said I was a darned independent little piece but he liked my
spunk! He asked me where I was bound and I said--sighing a little for
good measure, Emma--that I was going to Chicago to earn my living.
Now in _I_ or _The Narrow Path_ he would at once have given me his
card and offered to "fix me up with something at the office," but
the Buffalo merely said "That so!" mistily through his pie _a la
mode_ and that "Chi" was a great little old berg.

Isn't that one-in-the-eye for your theory, at the start?

Time to be brushed off. Edna Miles gives the Ethiopian only a
quarter, but she hasn't demanded any service.

JANE, THE HONEST WORKING GIRL.

_Same Night, 9.30._

Before I get into my doll's-size bed I'll pen these sleepy lines. My
room is just about the dimensions of a bath mat. It contains the
aforementioned bed (I shall have to put myself into it with a shoe
horn!) _an_ chair, on which I sit, and a bureau. The room must have
been built around them ... clearly they didn't come in through the
door. My little trunk has to wait outside in the hall like a
faithful dog. When I look at my face in the mirror I'm sure that
Heaven will protect this particular working girl; that my face will
be not my fortune but my defender. It looks as if a nervous student
had been practicing facial surgery on me. The carpet is just the
color of deviled ham, and on the wall is a shiny, violent-colored
picture in a tarnished gilt frame which shows a dangerously fat
infant in a crib with a kitten standing on its stomach.

I left the train without incident. I didn't even see the Buffalo to
say good-by. In the station I purposely wandered about a bit and
asked questions and suddenly a brisk little woman with "Stranger's
Friend" on her bonnet dashed up and asked me where I was going. I
told her I was alone in her great city, looking for work, and she
told me not to worry,--that she would look after me, and she
has,--oh, but hasn't she! She thought a minute and then said, "I know
of a good Christian room for you." I was so intrigued by the thought
of a Christian room that I could hardly wait to see it. (I'm in it.
This is it.)

She told me just where to sit and wait for her, and there I dutifully
sat, clutching my luggage, and she ran off to telephone and said it
was all fixed--the lady