“They don’t take women at the Lodge.”
“No, I suppose not,” said Rodney, smiling.
“Besides she’s got two little girls by her new husband, and she wouldn’t want to leave them.”
By this time the shine was completed, and Rodney paid Mike.
“If I ever come to the Lodge, I’ll ask for you,” he said.
“Where do you live now?”
“I’m just staying at a place on Fourteenth Street, but I can’t afford to stay there long, for they charge a dollar a day.”
“Geewholliker, that would bust me, and make me a financial wreck as the papers say.”
“How did you lose your fortune and get reduced to blacking boots?” asked Rodney jocosely.
“I got scooped out of it in Wall Street,” answered Mike. “Jay Gould cleaned me out.”