"I sent all I had to my poor wife," announced the clown dejectedly.
"That's all right," broke in Andy cheerily. "Here's a route list," and he picked up a timetable from the next seat. "Can you tell me where this train is bound for?" he inquired politely of a gentleman occupying the opposite seat.
"Baltimore."
"That sounds good," said Miss Starr. "There was a show there last week. The season's broken, we can't hope for a star engagement, but we might get in for a few weeks."
"I haven't the money to chase up situations all over the country," lamented the clown.
"Don't worry on that score," put in Andy briskly. "You people find out where you want to go. I'll take care of the bills."
"You, Andy?" spoke Miss Starr, with a stare.
"Yes, ma'am. You see, I've got my savings—"
"Ho! ho!" laughed Billy Blow bitterly. "Savings! Out of what? You haven't drawn one week's full salary since you joined us."
"Remember the needle and thread you loaned me on the train when we were going south, Miss Starr?" asked Andy.