CHAPTER VII.
AN EPISODE.
The next morning no one arose very early. They were all quite willing to rest. Jim, first of all, was up and out. He had been working over a list of boarding houses as he had quite decided to take the position, and his salary would not permit him to live in an expensive hotel. He had not been very successful and on returning to the hotel found Aunt Betty reading in their sitting room.
“Aunt Betty,” said Jim.
“Yes,” answered Aunt Betty, “what is it? Do you want to talk business with me?”
“Yes, business,” responded Jim, doubtfully. “I have been out all the morning trying to find a boarding house.”
“A boarding house?” echoed Aunt Betty.
“Yes, a boarding house,” answered Jim. “You see I have quite decided to take the position. I received a letter from Mr. Ford’s secretary saying Mr. Ford is abroad, and not expected back for some time. And if I work there at the Edison, I must live in a boarding house not too far away from there. I didn’t have much luck.”
“Why not ask Mr. Ludlow? He might know of a place,” suggested Aunt Betty. “Or maybe you could see if there is a room at that place where Ruth, Miss Boothington, is staying. You remember her saying that she was tired of boarding house meals, do you not?”
“I never thought of that,” added Jim. “Suppose I ask Dorothy where she lives, maybe she knows.”