Nor
was that all.
No sooner was breakfast over (and it was over almost as quickly as it
takes to tell), than the tired heads began to nod and droop, and in five
minutes half of us were sound asleep. There were no signs of our being
dismissed, while there were unmistakable signs of preparation for a
meeting. I looked at a small clock hanging on the wall. It indicated
twenty-five minutes to twelve. Heigh-ho, thought I, time is flying, and
I have yet to look for work.
"I want to go," I said to a couple of waking men near me.
"Got ter sty fer the service," was the answer.
"Do you want to stay?" I asked.
They shook their heads.
"Then let us go and tell them we want to get out," I continued. "Come
on."
But the poor creatures were aghast. So I left them to their fate, and
went up to the nearest Salvation Army man.
"I want to go," I said. "I came here for breakfast in order that I might
be in shape to look for work. I didn't think it would take so long to
get breakfast. I think I have a chance for work in Stepney, and the
sooner I start, the better chance I'll have of getting it."
He was really a good fellow, though he was startled by my request. "Wy,"
he said, "we're goin' to 'old services, and you'd better sty.
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