"Thank you," said Fanny, rather ungraciously.
"You had better go at once, and tell Mrs. Lewis that you can go to her in a fortnight, as she wishes. You can wash up the tea-things when you come back," added her mistress.
Fanny ran off to Mortimer Street in joyful haste, and on her way met her friend Miriam, who had been sent out on an errand.
"Oh, I say, I have got a new place!" exclaimed Fanny aloud, as soon as she saw her friend.
"Where is it?" asked Miriam, with almost equal eagerness.
"16, Mortimer Street," answered Fanny; and at the same moment the man who was in the habit of calling for the payment of her monthly instalment on the debt for her watch passed and looked at the girls, and then wrote down the address he had heard in his pocket-book.
The friends were too much occupied with their own affairs to notice him, but went on eagerly with their talk.
"You are to have ten pounds a year!" repeated Miriam. "Well, you are in luck! And only sixteen, too!"
Fanny laughed. "They think I am eighteen," she said. "The lady asked if I was eighteen, and I said, 'Not quite.' And she said, 'Well, you look quite eighteen, and so I think you will suit me.'"
"I don't think much of Mortimer Street," remarked Miriam. "I suppose there are a swarm of children."