"I have no money of my own," he said.
"Never mind! Twenty times I have been on the threshold of fortune, and failed to secure it by my funds giving out. Be it so! I will no longer resist, but float downward to oblivion over the rapids of disappointment."
"You are an actor, are you not?" said Bert.
"Yes; at least, so I sometimes flatter myself, though the critics do not all concede it. If you are going to remain in Harrisburg long enough, come and see me act."
He gave Bert his card, and then closing his eyes, passed the remainder of the journey in dozing.
Arrived in Harrisburg, Bert found himself besieged by hackmen, representing different hotels. But he did not think it right to waste Uncle Jacob's money in unnecessary expense. He picked out a bootblack, and showing him the address of Mrs. Stubbs, asked: "Is that near by?"
"'Bout quarter of a mile," answered the street boy.
"What'll you ask for showing me the way?"
"A dime."
"Go ahead, then!"