"All right."
Jack Morgan turned over and composed himself to sleep again. He had said all he thought necessary, and had no pressing business to call him up. Julius opened the door and went out, down the rickety stairs and out through a narrow covered alleyway to the street, for the room which Jack Morgan and he occupied was in a rear tenement house. Several dirty and unsavory-looking children—they could not well be otherwise in such a locality—barefooted and bareheaded, were playing in the court. Julius passed them by, and sauntered along toward the City Hall Park. He met several acquaintances, newsboys and bootblacks, the former crying the news, the latter either already employed or looking for a job.
"Where are you goin', Julius?" asked a bootblack of his acquaintance.
"Goin' to get breakfast."
"Got any stamps?"
"Sixpence."
"You can't get a square meal for that."
"I'm goin' to 'free-lunch places.'"
"That's good if you're hard up. What are you doin' now?"
"Nothin' much."