other. "You'll make it up at breakfast."

They turned into a room where eight or ten tramps were undressing;
some of them were old men, quite sodden and stupefied with a life of
vagrancy and privation; others were of a dull or cunning middle-age,
two or three were as young as Lemuel and his partner, and looked as
if they might be poor fellows who had found themselves in a strange
city without money or work. But it was against them that they had
known where to come for a night's shelter, Lemuel felt.

There were large iron hooks hanging from the walls and ceiling, and
his friend found the numbers on two of them corresponding to those
given Lemuel and himself, and brass checks which they hung around
their necks.

"You got to hang your things on that hook, all but your shoes and
stockings, and you got to hang on to _them_, yourself. Forty's
your number, and forty's your hook, and they give you the clothes
off'n it in the morning."

He led the way through the corridor into a large room where a row of
bath-tubs flanked the wall, half of them filled with bathers, who
chatted in tones of subdued cheerfulness under the pleasant
excitement of unlimited hot and cold water. As each new-comer
appeared, a black boy, perched on a windowsill, jumped down and
dashed his head from a large bottle which he carried.

"Free shampoo," explained Lemuel's mate. "Doctor's orders. Only you
have to do the rubbing yourself. I don't suppose _you_ need it,
but some the pardners here couldn't sleep without it," he continued,