It was getting rather serious for him. His money had been dwindling daily.
"John," he said to his room-mate one evening, "I must give up this room at the end of the week."
"Are you out of funds?"
"I have but fifty cents left in the world."
"I can't keep the room alone. When is our week up?"
"To-morrow evening."
"I will take my old room. I know it is still vacant. What will you do?"
"I don't know. I haven't money enough to take any room."
"I wish I had some money to lend you; I'd do it in a minute," said John heartily.
"I know you would, John, but you have hard work scraping along yourself."