“Oh, dear!” whispered Helen. “And perhaps it was all he had.”
“You can bet it was,” said Sadie, angrily. “The likes of him wouldn’t likely have two dollars all at once! I’d like to scalp those imps! That I would!”
The old man, paying little attention to the two girls, but still muttering about his loss, lurched away on his erratic course homeward.
“Chee!” said Sadie. “Ain’t that tough luck? He lives right around the corner, all alone. And he’s just as poor as he can be. I don’t know what his real name is. But the boys guy him sumpin’ fierce! Ain’t it mean?”
“It certainly is,” agreed Helen.
“Say!” said Sadie, abruptly, but looking at Helen with sheepish eye.
“Well, what?”
“Say, was yer honest goin’ to blow seventy cents for that feed I spoke of up on Grand Street?”
“Certainly. And I——”
“And a dime to the waiter?”