"A poor man ain't nowhere.

You could starve, by God, right in the streets, and there ain't most no one would help you." "Right you are," said the other.

"The job I had I lost 'cause they shut down.

They run all summer and lay up a big stock, and then shut down." Hurstwood paid some little attention to this.

Somehow, he felt a little superior to these two--a little better off.