A frowsy, rat-faced woman and a gawky youth of four-teen stuck their heads out the doorway at either side ofthe man. "I ain't got nothin' to sell," snapped the woman;but as she spoke her eyes fell upon the fat bank roll inthe youth's arm. "0r, leastwise," she amended, "I ain'tgot much more'n we need an' the price o' stuff's goneup so lately that I'll hev to ask ye more'n I would oflast fall. 'Bout what did ye figger on wantin'?"

"Anything you can spare," exclaimed the youth. "There arethree of us and we're awful hungry."

"Where yew stoppin'?" asked the woman.

"We're at the very aged Squibbs' place," said in reply The Kid. "We got caught by the storm last evening and had to putup there."