“You are right there. My mother is to be turned out of her rooms to-morrow unless I can raise five dollars to pay the rent.”
“Where do you live?”
“In Brooklyn.”
“Have you only a mother?”
“I have a little brother besides. His name is Alvin. He is nine years old.”
“And are you the only one of the family that is earning any money?”
“No; my mother takes in sewing, but she can earn but little. I’ll tell you how we fell behind. I was sick of a cold two weeks since, and for a week I earned nothing.”
“I remember missing you.”
“So that we were not able to save up money for the rent.”
“Won’t your landlord wait?”