"We have been thinking of it," replied Dick. "I sold some papers for Jimmy to-day, and he said I did well."
"Dat's what he done," declared Jimmy admiringly. "An' he wouldn't yell dat dere was a fire ner a murder. I don't see how he done it."
"I told about the financial news," admitted Dick.
"I should think you two would make a good firm," commented Mr. Snowden. "Now, if you like, I will show you some rooms."
There was not much choice, as the apartments had to be very small and plain, since they rented for very small sums to the poor boys. The beds were hardly large enough for two persons.
"We have one larger room with two cots in it," said the manager, "but that rents for a dollar and a half a week; twenty-five cents more than the others. I don't suppose you would care for that."
"I think we would," said Dick quickly. Somehow he liked the idea of a bed by himself, though Jimmy was unusually clean for a newsboy without a home, as he frequently went to the public baths.
"Will that suit you, Jimmy?" asked Mr. Snowden, for he wanted to be certain both boys would be pleased.
"Sure. Whatever me partner says goes," was the answer, given with a wave of his hand, as though he and Dick were millionaires.
Mr. Snowden took them to the room. It was a fairly good one, and had, besides the two beds, or cots, a wash-stand with a bowl and pitcher, two chairs, and a rocker.