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He slipped out of the Hotel Dantzic very quietly , and he had a fine sunshiny walk of two and a half miles to the down-town restaurant where he ate his ten cents ' worth of bread and milk . `` It 's enough for a while , '' he said , `` but it does n't last . If I was at home , now , I 'd have more bread and another bowl of milk . I 'll come here again , at noon , if I do n't find a place somewhere . '' Blue , blue , blue , was that Saturday for poor Jack Ogden ! All the forenoon he stood up manfully to hear the `` No , we do n't want a boy , '' and he met that same answer , expressed in almost identical words , everywhere . When he came out from his luncheon of bread and milk , he began to find that many places closed at twelve or one o'clock ; that even more were to close at three , and that on Saturday all men were either tired and cross or in a hurry .