Tom, The Bootblack; or, Road to Success in Bloomington, MN

"How do you feel this morning, Jacob?" asked a boy of fifteen, bending over an old man crouched in the corner of an upper room, in a poor tenement-house, distant less than a quarter of a mile from the New York City Hall. "Weak, Tom," whined the old man, in reply. "I-I ain't got much strength." "Would you like some breakfast?" "I-I don't know. Breakfast costs money." "Never you mind about that, Jacob. I can earn money enough for both of us. Come, now, you'd like some coffee and eggs, wouldn't you?"