Part 7 (1/2)

”If you don't find anything to your mind, perhaps you will come back,”

suggested the landlady.

”We may do so. How much would you charge for these two rooms alone?”

”Twenty-six dollars a month.”

The prices named above are considerably less than the present rates; but still, as Paul's income from his business only amounted to fifty or sixty dollars a month, it seemed a good deal for him to pay.

”We may call again,” said Mrs. Hoffman as they went downstairs. ”But we will look around first.”

”How much do you think we can afford to pay, Paul?” asked Mrs.

Hoffman.

”We can easily afford twenty dollars a month, mother.”

”That is more than three times as much as we pay now.”

”I know it, but I want a better home and a better neighborhood, mother. When we first took the other rooms, six dollars a month was all we were able to pay. Now we can afford better accommodations.”

”What other rooms have you got on your list, Paul?”

”There are some rooms in Prince street, near Broadway.”

”I am afraid they would be too high-priced.”

”At any rate we can go and look at them. They are near by.”

The rooms in Prince street proved to be two in number, well furnished, and though not intended for housekeeping, could be used for that purpose. The rent was twenty-five dollars a month.

”I do not feel able to pay more than twenty dollars,” said Mrs.

Hoffman.

”That is too little. I'll split the difference and say twenty-two and a half. I suppose you have no other children?”

”I have one other--a boy of eight.”

”Then I don't think I should be willing to let you the rooms,” said the landlady, her manner changing. ”I don't like to take young children.”

”He is a very quiet boy.”

”No boys of eight are quiet,” said the landlady decidedly. ”They are all noisy and troublesome.”

”Jimmy is never noisy or troublesome,” said Mrs. Hoffman, resenting the imputation upon her youngest boy.

”Of course you think so, as you are his mother,” rejoined the landlady. ”You may be mistaken, you know.”

”Perhaps you object to me also,” said Paul. ”I am more noisy than my little brother.”