You go out and get a shave and a haircut and then go home and get cleaned up--you said you had a room and other clothes, didn't you ?" Volubly he told her about the room at Mrs.Patterson's, and, with a brief return of lucidity, how the sum of ten dollars was now due this heartless society woman who might insist upon its payment before he would again enjoy free access to his excellent wardrobe.
"Well, lemme see--" She debated a moment, then reached under the table, fumbled obscurely, and came up with more money.

"Now, here, here's twenty more besides that first I gave you, so you can pay the dame her money and get all fixed up again, fresh suit and clean collar and a shine and everything.

No, no--this is my scene; you stay out." He had waved protestingly at sight of the new money, and now again he blushed.
"That's all understood," she continued.

"I'm staking you to cakes till you get on your feet, see?
And I know you're honest, so I'm not throwing my money away.

There--sink it and forget it.