BOBBIT’S HOTEL. 41 So the baker gave him the bread and the doughnuts and cold beans, and Bobbit came out into the drift. “ Halloo!”? said he. “Loo!” said the Irish boys both together. “ Got any grub?” asked Bobbit. This was pointed, if not elegant, you see. “Nery,” said the Irish boys with equal emphasis. “ Belong to anybody ?”’ continued Bobbit. “ Not much.” “¢ Anywheres to put up?” “ You bet not!” “ Tlive in a hotel,” said Bobbit, with an air. * Oh!” said the boys. “TJ take in folks,’ continued Bobbit, magnificently, “ once in a while; free grettis. Ill lodge you and board you till mornin’. You just hold your tongue and look spry. Then tag after.” ‘ There was a little smell of cold beans and hot doughnuts all about Bobbit. The Irish boys followed him like two little dogs, asking no questions; they held their heads out, and licked their lips. Bobbit wound in and out like a crochet-needle through loops of streets. The two boys “looked spry ” and “ tagged after.” Bobbit did not speak; he kept his eyes on stray po- licemen and his hat over his eyes. “ Tt’s better ’n the lock-up,” he said once over his shoul- der. ‘On fair nights it’s nobody’s business. When it *