a very rosy face indeed.

Jack had in mind a thought that had often come to him in the church at
Crofield, near the end of the sermon:--he was conscious that it was
dinner-time.

Of course he thought, with a little homesickness, of the home
dinner-table.

"I wish I could sit right down with them," he thought, "and tell them
what Sunday is in the city. Then my dinner wouldn't cost me a cent
there, either. No matter, I'm here, and now I can begin to make more
money right away. I have five dollars and fifty cents left anyway."

Then he thought of the bill of fare at the Hotel Dantzic, and many of
the prices on it, and remembered Mr. Guilderaufenberg's instructions
about going to some cheaper place for his meals.

"I didn't tell him that I had only nine dollars," he said to himself,
"but I'll follow his advice. He's a traveler."

Jack had been too proud to explain how little money he had, but his
German friend had really done well by him in making him take the little
room at the top of the Hotel Dantzic. He had said to his wife:

"Dot poy! Vell, I see him again some day. He got a place to shleep,
anyhow, vile he looks around und see de ceety. No oder poy I efer
meets know at de same time so moch and so leetle."

With every step from the church door Jack felt hungrier, but he did not
turn his steps toward the Hotel Dantzic. He walked on down to the
lower part of the city, on the lookout for hotels and restaurants. It
was not long before he came to a hotel, and then he passed another and
another; and he passed a number of places where the signs told him of
dinners to be had within, but all looked too fine.

"They're for rich people," he said, shaking his head, "like the people
in that church. What stacks of money they must have? That organ maybe
cost more than all the meeting-houses in Crofield!"

After going a little farther Jack exclaimed;

"I don't care! I've just got to eat!"

He was getting farther and farther from the Hotel Dantzic, and suddenly
his eyes were caught by a very taking sign, at the top of some neat
steps leading down into a basement:

"DINNER. ROAST BEEF. TWENTY-FIVE CENTS."

"That'll do." said Jack eagerly. "I can stand that. Roost beef alone
is forty cents at the Dantzic."

Down he went and found himself in a wide comfortable room, containing
two long dining tables, and a number of small oblong tables, and some
round tables, all as neat as wax. It was a very pleasant