looking man, advancing along Twelfth Street, knocked at the basement door and was let in. The uses of the place, then, were the same as when he had been on the streets before. Peewee descended to the basement. An old man, encrusted with dirt, to whom he gave three cents, admitted him to a space under the sidewalk where some people were already sleeping. He spread newspapers, which the old man provided, and lay down. He was not comfortable and the place was filled with disagreeable odors.
He bought rolls in the morning in a delicatessen and walked east on Twelfth Street, eating them. The contrast between Beman and the old man with whom he had lodged occurred to him, and he thought that Beman now had got up and was eating breakfast with a knife and fork. The morning was growing warm and beyond the buildings and the railroad tracks where the cross streets ended, boys were bathing in the lake. He crossed the tracks, and took off his clothes and made a bundle of them. He dug a hole in the sand, put the clothes into it, put a piece of board over the hole and covered
