'I will wish you a good morning, if you please.' 'Wish me a good morning!' thought Morris; and the next moment, seizing his hat, he fled from his place of business like a madman.

Three streets away he stopped and groaned.

'Lord! I should have borrowed from the manager!' he cried.

'But it's too late now; it would look dicky to go back; I'm penniless--simply penniless--like the unemployed.' He went home and sat in the dismantled dining-room with his head in his hands.

Newton never thought harder than this victim of circumstances, and yet no clearness came.