Saturday noon
Mrs. Ogden said several times : `` I do wish Jack was here , too ! '' That very moment her son was leaving the Hotel Dantzic behind him , with two and a half miles to walk before getting his breakfast -- a bowl of bread and milk . Jack Ogden , that Monday morning , had an idea that New York was a very long city . He had eaten nothing since Saturday noon , excepting the sandwiches , and he felt that he should not be good for much until after he had had breakfast . His mind was full of unpleasant memories of the stores and offices he had entered during his last week 's hunt , and he did not relish renewing it . `` I must go ahead though , '' he thought . `` Something must be done , or I 'll starve . ''