"Yes, ma'am."
"How Luella Dickinson would like to see you! She dotes on play actors, but I don't think she ever met one."
"I am afraid she would be disappointed in me.
"Oh, I guess not. If you've played on the stage that's enough. Why can't you call round some evening? Luella would so like to see you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Gately. If I can get anything to do, I will call."
Jed finished his breakfast. He ate heartily, for he had no idea where he should get another meal.
"I guess I'll be going," he said, as he rose from the table. "You have been very kind."
"Oh, that's nothing. I hope you'll meet that rascally Graham and make him give up your money."
"I am afraid there is little hope of that. Good morning, and thank you!"
And so Jed passed out of the hospitable house into the inhospitable street, without a cent of money or a prospect of earning any.