"Dinner sir? Yessir. Roast beef, sir? Yessir. Vegetables? Potatoes? Lima-beans? Sweet corn?" "Yes, please," said Jack. "Beef, potatoes, beans, and corn?" and the waiter was gone. It seemed to be a long time before the beef and vegetables came, but they were not long in disappearing after they were on the table. The waiter had other people to serve, but he was an attentive fellow. "Pie sir?" he said, naming five kinds without a pause. "Custard-pie," said Jack. "Coffee, sir? Yessir," and he darted away again. "This beats the Hotel Dantzic all to pieces," remarked Jack, as he went on with his pie and coffee; but the waiter was scribbling something upon a slip of paper, and when it was done he put it down by Jack's plate. "Jingo!" said Jack in a horrified tone, a moment later. "What's this? 'Roast beef, 25; potatoes, 10; Lima-beans, 10; corn, 10; bread, 5; coffee, 10; pie, 10: $0.80.' Eighty cents! Jingo! How like smoke it does cost to live in New York! This can't be one of the cheap places Mr. Guilderaufenberg meant." Jack felt much chagrined, but he finished his pie and coffee bravely. "It's a sell," he said, "--but then it _was_ a good dinner!" He went to the cashier with an effort to act as if it was an old story to him. He gave the cashier a dollar, received his change, and turned away, as the man behind the counter remarked to a friend at his elbow: "I knew it. He had the cash. His face was all right." "Clothes will fool anybody," said the other man. Jack heard it, and he looked at the men sitting at the tables. "They're all wearing Sunday clothes," he thought, "but some are no better than mine. But there's a difference. I've noticed it all along." So had others, for Jack had not seen one in that restaurant who had on at all such a suit of clothes as had been made for him by the Crofield tailor. "Four dollars and seventy cents left," said Jack thoughtfully, as he went up into the street; and then he turned to go down-town without any reason for choosing that direction. An hour later, Mr. Gilderaufenberg and his wife and their friends were standing near the front door of the Hotel Dantzic, talking with the proprietor. Around them lay their baggage, and in front of the door was a carriage. Evidently they were going away earlier than they had intended. "Dot poy!" exclaimed the broad and bearded German. "He find us not here ven he come. You pe goot to dot poy, Mr. Keifelheimer." "So!" said the hotel proprietor, and at once three other voices chimed in with good-bye messages to Jack Ogden. Mr. Keifelheimer responded: "I see to him. He will come to Vashington to see you. So!" Then they entered the carriage, and away they went. After walking for a few blocks, Jack found that he did not know exactly where he was. But suddenly he exclaimed: "Why, if there isn't City Hall Square! I've come all the way down Broadway."