"Good! I admire your pluck."
"I wish I knew what I could do to make a living."
"Leave that to me. I'll arrange to have you travel with the show for two or three days and bunk with me. Have you got any—any better clothes than those?" and Bertram pointed to the dilapidated garments lying on a chair near by.
"Yes, I am promised a good suit by a friend of mine in the village. I'll go there and put them on before starting."
"Do; the actors sometimes look pretty tough, but I never saw one dressed like that."
"Jed!" screamed Mrs. Fogson from the bottom of the stairs. "You get right up and come down stairs!"
"They're calling me," said Jed, starting up.
"Will I have to get up too?"
"No; Mr. and Mrs. Fogson don't breakfast till seven. They'll send me up to call you."