May 26th.
I have got but thirty-five cents, and to-day I was so tired I had to rest for two hours nevertheless. Oh, merciful heavens, but this is fiery torture!
It is half a week again. I know she will not let me stay another week. I did a strange thing—I wrapped up all my papers and carried them out under my coat. She can keep everything else I have, but my papers are mine. I took them to the grocery-store where I buy things and asked the man to keep them for me.
May 27th.
What does a man do when he wants to work and can't find anything? Does he really starve? Or does he get locked up? Or what?
I said to-day: I will eat nothing but bread and oatmeal till I get something to do.
May 29th.