it."

His clothes were the outwardly decent ones of a young man who must
perforce seek cheap clothing-stores, and to whom a ten-dollar "hand-
me-down" is a source of exultant rejoicing. With the aid of great
care and a straight, well-formed young body, he managed to make the
best of them; but they were not to be counted upon for warmth even in
ordinarily cold weather. His overcoat was a specious covering, and
was not infrequently odorous of naphtha.

"You've got to know something about first aid to the wounded if you
live on ten per," he had said once to Little Ann. "A suit of clothes
gets to be an emergency-case mighty often if it lasts three years."

"Going up to Harlem to-day, T. T.?" his neighbor at table asked him
as he sat down to breakfast.

"Right there," he answered. "I've ordered the limousine round, with
the foot-warmer and fur rugs."

"I guess a day wouldn't really matter much," said Mrs. Bowse, good-
naturedly. "Perhaps it might be better to-morrow."

"And perhaps it mightn't," said Tembarom, eating "break-fast-food"
with a cheerful appetite. "What you can't be stone-cold sure of to-
morrow you drive a nail in to-day."

He ate a tremendous breakfast as a discreet precautionary measure.
The dark dining-room was warm, and the food was substantial. It was
comfortable in its way.