"Her name is Rose Beaufort," said Miss Wilmot, smiling.
"But, Miss Wilmot, I am afraid it will be beyond my means. What rent shall you ask?"
"I don't think thirty dollars a month will be too much, considering that there are five well-furnished rooms. There is even a piano."
"Thirty dollars a month!" exclaimed Rose, in dismay. "Why, that will be more than all of us together can earn. Mrs. Flanagan only asks us two dollars a week, and that we've hardly been able to meet."
"I think that can be made easy for you," said the spinster. "I shall let you pay in work."
"But I couldn't do enough to pay the rent alone."
"Not at making vests at thirty-five cents apiece, I admit. My work will be better paid for. I shall want some writing done, account-books straightened, and—by the way, do you play on the piano?"
"Oh, yes, madam."
"Well?"