How dirty those houses look! O, yes, they are the habitations of the
poor. You know the hotel you are going to, of course. You know where it
is. Now you grab your valises, your overcoat is on, and you climb down.
Want a 'bus? It's only fifty cents for a ride of a block and a half!
Well, you will get along without it. The labor will get your blood
going. You have thus made a sale already, equal to two dollars. Put that
down to your credit. By this time, although you are among the
Philistines, you are yourself again. You go into the wash-room of the
hotel, enter the dining-room, eat a very poor meal, and get up to begin
the fight. Now sit down a half-hour and let your food get started in
your stomach.