"It would furnish a certain amount of space. Keep the rest shut up till you could furnish it."
"I shouldn't think of the thing for a minute," said Max, in the tone of one who explains the inconsistency of so sudden a change of attitude, "if I hadn't this day been notified that the price of our flat is to go up ten dollars a month on the first of November. It's an outrage!"
"It's an extraordinary piece of luck," said Jarvis to himself. But aloud he admitted that it was a good deal of a jump, and a pretty high price for the flat.
At this moment some one looked out of the kitchen window, and then asked
Mary Ann inside if she had seen anything lately of Mr. Max.
"I suppose we'll have to go back to the crowd," admitted Max, and they returned just in time to see the first guests taking their leave.
When all had gone, Jarvis hunted up Sally. He found her in one of the dressing-rooms, extinguishing candles which had nearly burned to the bottoms of the lanterns, and were threatening their inflammable surroundings.
"Here, don't touch those things, with your thin clothes on!" Jarvis cried. "We fellows must go round and make all safe—no taking any chances with the house full of dry corn-stalks. But first—have you had a good time to-night?"
"A glorious time. All the evening I've felt as if I lived here—it looked so furnished, somehow, with all the lights and decorations."
"It made you want to live here more than ever, didn't it?"
"It did, indeed. And in ten days we shall be going back to town,"