"You'll be very quiet, miss, in the flat, won't you?" he whispered.
"Sure," replied Miss Boye.
"They're such a funny lot 'ere," he explained. "If a fly wakes up too early, or a bird 'as a nightmare, they comes down an' complains next mornin'."
Miss Boye laughed.
"'Ush! miss, please," whispered Bindle as he switched on the electric light in the hall of Number Six.
Bindle showed the new tenant the sitting-room, bathroom, kitchen, and finally her own bedroom.
"You will be quiet, miss, won't you?" Bindle interrogated anxiously, "or you may wake Oscar?"
"Who's Oscar?" queried Miss Boye.
"You'll see 'im in the mornin', miss," replied Bindle with a grin. "Good night, miss."
"Good night, Mr. Porter," smiled Miss Boye, and she closed the door.