"He wants I should take him to board for a spell," she said. "He seems a civil spoken sort of boy. I s'pose we could put him in the spare room, now that you've finally got new winder-sashes for it."
"Wal, I s'pose you could."
"He wants to stay till his foot gets better. It's as black as your hat. I been bandaging it."
"Did he want a bandage put on his pocketbook, too?"
"Now, Tobias! He's going to pay me four dollars."
"For the bandage?"
"A week. For his board."
"That's mighty good——"
"Why——"
"For him," finished the lightkeeper. "But it's your business, Heppy, not mine. Seein's we are only going to have 'bout eight thousand dollars in the bank, I presume you'd better take boarders to help out."