"I shall be glad to have them stay," said the landlady, now anxious to retain them.
"I shall find them a better home. Good-morning."
Mrs. Flanagan went down stairs feeling that she was worsted in the contest. She was a bold woman, but she was rather afraid of Miss Wilmot.
"Now, my dears," said the spinster, "let us talk business."
CHAPTER XIX.
Brighter Prospects.
"You must know, my dear," said Miss Wilmot, "that I am a rich woman, and own considerable more than my share of worldly goods. Among other items of property, I own a French flat house on West Twenty-fifth street. It isn't one of the costly flats, but is intended for people with moderate incomes. I learned yesterday that one of the flats was just vacated. The family occupying it is about to move to the West, and desired me, as a matter of convenience to them, to purchase their furniture, and let it furnished. I intended to decline, but now I shall accept, having found a tenant that suits me."
"Who is it?" asked Rose, not quite understanding her own connection with the matter.