had no place to go except the streets. But now Beman had this wonderful house and had servants to get him everything he wanted. He had preserves and other food, and good clothes and motor cars, and knives and spoons and bedclothes which had his initial on them.
Certain doubts had occasionally assailed Peewee as to whether, when he was grown up, he actually would be able to do all the things he contemplated—to have a house larger than his father's and to be a "city-builder" like Jeffrey, Second—but the fact that Beman had been a street boy like himself had silenced all these doubts. Beman had begun when he was eight years old, he had told Peewee, to save money. Peewee resolved that when he got any money again he would save it. He expanded also his ideas of the house that he would have so that it became not merely larger than his father's but larger even than Beman's. He would have a room in it like the one where he had seen the pictures, but finer still, if that was possible, and this room would be for Mrs. Markyn. He decided to tell her of these plans.
