"Madam, have you any vacant rooms?"
"You might share a room with my son," she replied hurriedly.
"Thank you ever so much. What will it cost?" I asked.
"Twenty-five cents," was the pistol-like retort. "Do you want the room?"
"I now got to the point.
"Madam, the night is most over, and my money is low; would you accept 15 cents for the rest of the night?"
"I suppose I shall have to let you in," she said.
Five minutes later I had waked up her son, who began saying uncomfortable things about some people coming in at all times of the night; but the remainder of his remarks fell on deaf ears, for I was fast asleep.
It was the first bed I had been in since leaving home.