reference to the man who might be his father, he progressed as a stray dog goes, with frequent side excursions to examine objects which excited his curiosity, and with many halts. He sat for a time in the shelter of a warehouse beside the river, watching a pile driver being laid up for the night. At dark, he bargained at the rear door of a Greek lunchroom for a piece of pork between two slices of unbuttered bread and sat down in the alley to eat it. He observed with impersonal interest by the light through the lunchroom door that his hands, which had grown cleaner through handling the wet newspapers, had grown cleaner still through handling the bread. After dining he again moved north.
At ten o'clock, following many side excursions and pauses for inspection of area-ways and yards, he reached Division Street and North State. Until now there had been street cars running in the street, and the buildings had been stores over which people lived, or apartment buildings of somber, dingy brick. At this point the car tracks curved aside and the buildings were dwellings which increased in size and
