"I have an aunt who is blind," said one of the girls; "but she is not poor, like you."
"I am very poor," whined Mills; "I have not money enough to pay my rent, and I may be turned out into the street."
"How sad!" said the young girl, in a tone of deep sympathy. "I have not much money, but I will give you all I have."
"May God bless you, and spare your eyes!" said Mills, as he closed his hand upon the money.
"How much is it?" he asked as before, when they had passed on.
"Twenty-five cents," said Frank.
"That is better," said Mills, in a tone of satisfaction.
For some time afterwards all applications were refused; in some cases, roughly.
"Why don't you work?" asked one man, bluntly.
"What can I do?" asked Mills.