selves to that remarkable Sunday-school class. So
did some friends of the younger Academy girls; and the class had to be
divided, to the disappointment of those excluded.

"Mary Ogden didn't need to improve," said Elder Holloway to the
Superintendent, "but she is doing better than ever!"

How Jack did long to see Mary, or some of the family in Crofield, and
Crofield itself! As soon as he was dressed he opened the bag and took
out one of his sandwiches and looked at it.

"Why, they're smaller than I thought they were!" he said ruefully; "but
I can't expect too much for five cents! I've just twenty cents left.
That sandwich tastes good if it is small!"

So soon was it all gone that Jack found his breakfast very
unsatisfactory.

"I don't feel like going to church," he said, "but I might as well. I
can't sit cooped up here all day. I'll go into the first church I come
to, as soon as it's time."

He did not care where he went when he left the hotel, and perhaps it
did not really make much difference, considering how he felt; but he
found a church and went in. A young man showed him to a seat under the
gallery. Not until the minister in the pulpit came forward to give out
a hymn, did Jack notice anything peculiar, but the first sonorous,
rolling cadences of that hymn startled the boy from Crofield.

"Whew!" he said to himself. "It's Dutch or something. I can't
understand a word of it! I'll stay, though, now I'm here."

German hymns, and German prayers, and a tolerably long sermon in
German, left Jack Ogden free to think of all sorts of things, and his
spirits went down, down, down, as he recalled all the famines of which
he had heard or read and all the delicacies invented to tempt the
appetite. He sat very still, however, until the last hymn was sung,
and then he walked slowly back to the Hotel Dantzic.

"I don't care to see Mr. Keifelheimer," he thought. "He'll ask me to
come and eat at a big Sunday dinner,--and to pay for it. I'll dodge
him."

He watched at the front door of the hotel for fully three minutes,
until he was sure that the hall was empty. Then he slipped into the
reading-room and through that into the rear passageway leading to the
elevator; but he did not feel safe until on his way to his room.

"One sandwich for dinner," he groaned, as he opened his bag. "I never
knew what real hunger was till I came to the city! Maybe it won't last
long, though. I'm not the first fellow who's h