Mr. Baxter looked at him in a sort of mild, sleepy wonder.
“Why, you’re not half as stingy as I thought you’d be,” said he slowly.
“Anybody that says I am stingy don’t know what he’s talking about,” said Mr. Gooch magnificently.
He escorted his guest up the back stairs and ushered him into the one and only spare room the house afforded.
“Get undressed, Ollie,” said he. “I’ll be back in a minute with the night-shirt.”
He hurried off to his own room. As he opened the door he stopped—aghast.
“Darn my fool hide!” he grated under his breath. “I left that light burning and it’s been going all the time I was downstairs.”
THE END
TRANSCRIBER NOTES
Mis-spelled words and printer errors have been corrected. Where multiple spellings occur, majority use has been employed.