“I am Joseph’s sister.”
“Do you mean Joseph Herriges?” asked Mrs. Gibson.
“Yes,” answered she, “and I want to know, whether you can’t move away from here? I will give you every cent of the rent you have paid, back again. I will make you a handsome present besides, and reward you and be a friend to you as long as you live. Perhaps when you get old you will need a friend. I will do this if you will not appear against Joseph.”
Mrs. Gibson answered:
“Charity begins at home, and it is not likely you will befriend me, if you couldn’t befriend your own brother, fastened up there in that cage of a room!”
At this moment Mr. Gibson came in, and his mother whispered to him:
“That’s that Herriges sister in the corner there.”
Some neighbor in the room said to Mrs. Hurtt:
“There is that young man,” referring to Mr. Gibson.
Mrs. Hurtt then said to him: