Mrs. Robinson was stout and unwieldy, and seemed to find it difficult to go up-stairs. At the head of the second flight she threw open the door of a small hall bedroom very plainly furnished.
“You can have that room for two dollars a week,” she said.
“It is very small,” remarked Ben doubtfully.
“It is as good as you can expect for two dollars. I can give you a fine square room for five dollars.”
“That is more than I can afford to pay. I think I will take this room for a short time and see how I like it.”
“Are you in any business?”
“I am looking for a place.”
Mrs. Robinson’s face changed slightly.
“I require the first week in advance,” she said significantly.
“Very well.”