"He just landed from Russia three months ago, and he knows very little about the English language. He doesn't have the slightest idea what I have been talking to you about all this time. Night after night, not having any bed to sleep in, he has 'flopped' in the park or 'carried the banner' until morning." "So you brought him out with you?" "Yes; I didn't know whether you would take us in or not. I thought I would take him along on the theory that the ground in Jersey is no harder to sleep on than it is in New York State. If you have to turn us away we will not be any worse off than we have been." "We will make room somehow for you and your friend," I told him. So Jean--Little Jean, the boys called him--went through a pantomime for the enlightenment of the Russian youth whose name was also Jean. Finally the larger boy understood that I had given them permission to remain, for he turned to me and said simply: "Nice," and then he bowed gracefully. Little Jean was right--Big Jean was good looking. "I wish I was big and strong like him," said Little Jean, admiringly.... * * * * * ... The weeks pass quickly when one has his work to do, and the two Jeans grew to know the Colony. Big Jean spent his spare hours studying English and talking with the other boys. Little Jean made friends with the chickens, the pigs, the cow and the horse, while Boozer--the Colony dog--and he were inseparable chums. "Boozer," Little Jean told me, "knows the heart of outcast boys and men. He meets the new arrivals at the gate and escorts them to the house. He may challenge the lawless approach of the rich man in his auto, and warn the household of possible danger impending, but the most unkempt 'knight of the road' will find Boozer quick to make friends with him." Big Jean--with his pleasing bow--looked after the guests who visited the Tea Room, for he learned to speak English rapidly. The report of his courteous service came to the ears of a wide awake Jap who needed him to help him in his hotel. So one day he sent for the Russian lad. At the start the pay was to be twenty dollars a month, with room, board and extra tips. "You need me in your Tea Room, Mr. Floyd," he said, "I am willing to stay." "No, Jean, you must take the position and prove to me and to yourself that you can make good." That night he wrote to his aged mother in Russia that there were wonderful opportunities for young men in America. When he had gone I hunted to find Little Jean. I found him out on the lawn with his chum, Boozer. He did not see me as I approached, but as I looked at him the thought came to me that he had suddenly grown old, and there was the anxious look upon his face--the same that I had seen when he had talked to me the first time. "Boozer," I heard him say, "it's all right; I am a coward, I'm beaten and I know it, but I'm glad Big Jean got the job--honestly, Boozer, I am--you see it isn't all my fault--he's so damned good looking."