able 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 up 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."
"But that will spoil my chances for work," I urged. "And work is the most important thing for me just now."
As he was only a private, he referred me to the adjutant, and to the adjutant I repeated my rea-
