That would do to buy buns with, and he would endure what stomach clamor might come until evening, when he would be a capitalist, and riot in all he could eat, even though he doubled a cheap order.
So he reasoned, as he went down the garish street, and looked right and left for some new restaurant, for he chanced to want a change.

One's love for cheap restaurants is not perpetual.

A mild illuminated sign over a small building attracted his attention.

It had the aspect of what would be cheap, but clean.
Harlson entered the place and found what he had looked for.

There was the small front room with scattered tables, the partition at the back, reaching but half way to the ceiling, with the usual curtained door, and there was no one in the room.