"If you did," added Bettie, "probably one of us could sleep in the other room unless it happened to rain—it rains right down on the bed."
"Could I go upstairs to look at the room?" asked the young woman.
"There isn't any upstairs," said Bettie, pulling back a curtain; "the room's right here."
"Why! What a dear little room—all white and blue!"
"I hope you don't mind having children around," said Marjory, somewhat anxiously. "You see, we'd have to play in the rest of the house."
"Of course," added Jean, hastily, "if you had company you could use the parlor—"
"And the front steps," said Bettie.
"I'm very fond of children," said the young lady, "and I don't expect to have any company but you because I don't know anybody here. I shall be away every day until about five o'clock because I am here with my father who is tuning church organs, and I have to help him. I strike the notes while he works behind the organ. He has a room at Mrs. Baker's, but she didn't have any place to put me. I think I should like this little room very much indeed. Now, how much are you going to charge me for it?"
Jean looked at Bettie, and Bettie looked at the other two.
"I don't know," said Jean, at last.