who was having an argument with his off horse. 

 Jennie mumbled her question. 

 Said the crossing policeman: 

 "Getcher car on Wabash, ride to 'umpty-second, transfer, get off at Blank Street, and walk three blocks south." 

 Then he put the whistle back in his mouth, blew two shrill blasts, and the horde of men, women, motors, drays, trucks, cars, and horses swept over him, through him, past him, leaving him miraculously untouched. 

 Jennie landed on the opposite curbing, breathing hard. What was that street? Umpty-what? Well, it didn't matter, anyway. She hadn't the nickel for car fare. 

 What did you do next? You begged from people on the street. Jennie selected a middle-aged, prosperous, motherly looking woman. She framed her plea with stiff lips. Before she had finished her sentence she found herself addressing empty air. The middle-aged, prosperous, motherly looking woman had hurried on. 

 Well, then you tried a man. You had to be careful there. He mustn't be the wrong kind. There were so many wrong kinds.  Just an ordinary looking family man would be best. Ordinary looking family men are strangely in the minority. There are so many more bull-necked, tan-shoed ones. Finally Jennie's eye, grown sharp with want, saw one. Not too well dressed, kind-faced, middle-aged. 

 She fell into step beside him. 

 "Please, can you help me out with a shilling?" 

 Jennie's nose was red, and her eyes watery. Said the middle-aged family man with the kindly face: 

 "Beat it. You've had about enough I guess." 

 Jennie walked into a department store, picked out the oldest and most stationary looking floorwalker, and put it to him. The floorwalker bent his head, caught the word "food," swung about, and pointed over Jennie's head. 

 "Grocery department on the seventh floor. Take one of those elevators up." 

 Any one but a floorwalker could have seen the misery in Jennie's face. But to floorwalkers all women's faces are horrible. 

 Jennie turned and walked blindly toward the elevators. There was no fight left in her. If the floorwalker had said, "Silk 

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