Chirpy shook his head ruefully.
"Mr. Goldmann's sold the house."
"Over our heads!" cried Ruth, aghast.
She hated change, for change spelt the unknown, which in its turn meant danger.
"Seems so," the youth replied. "No fault o mine, I do assure you." He returned to his point. "Anythink for Albert?"
Ruth was thoroughly alarmed. Even in those days cottages in Old Town were hard to come by.
"Who's our new landlord?" she asked.
"Mr. Caspar, I heard say in the office."
Ruth felt instant relief.
"Mr. Edward Caspar?—O, that's all right."