Mrs. J. Very well, you can pay any sum you choose.
Mr. S. Then I choose to pay twenty-five dollars. But there’s another inquiry that I wish to make. Can I have a piano in my room?
Mrs. J. There is a piano in the parlor, which the boarders are at liberty to use when they feel inclined.
Mr. S. But that will not suit me. Perhaps I should wish to play when some one else was using it. No, I must have one in my own room. (Earnestly.) I’m willing to pay extra for it—five, fifteen, or even fifty dollars a week, rather than not to have it.
Mrs. J. Certainly; if you are willing to pay for it I will have one put into your room for you.
Mr. S. You relieve my mind greatly. I will be here to commence boarding to-morrow. Here is my card. (Passes it.) Good-morning, ladies.
(Exit hastily, L.)
A. What a strange man! It isn’t often that one meets with a person who sets so little value on money.
Mrs. J. His name is as strange as his actions.
A. (with curiosity). What is it?