badly worn."

"Yes," said Harriet, "his suit was shabby, but his linen was clean and
his coat well brushed."

"My!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "He must have made an impression on some
one."

"Well," said Harriet, "it isn't often you see such a nice-looking chap
in the hosiery section."

"No," said Elizabeth, "and probably if he were as nice as he looks he
wouldn't be there."

Whereupon the subject was changed, and she promptly forgot Mr. Jimmy
Torrance. But Jimmy was not destined soon to forget her, for as the
jobless days passed and he realized more and more what an ass he had
made of himself, and why, he had occasion to think about her a great
deal, although never in any sense reproaching her. He realized that the
fault was his own and that he had done a foolish thing in giving up his
position because of a girl he did not know and probably never would.

There came a Saturday when Jimmy, jobless and fundless, dreaded his
return to the Indiana Avenue rooming-house, where he knew the landlady
would be eagerly awaiting him, for he was a week in arrears in his room
rent already, and had been warned he could expect no further credit.

"There is a nice young man wanting your room," the landlady had told
him, "and I shall have to be having it Saturday night unless you can pay
up."