“Then we’ll go out shopping. I’ll buy you a supply of each.”
“But you haven’t begun to work yet.”
“No, but Mrs. Harvey made me a present of twenty five dollars. We’ll go to some of the big stores on Sixth Avenue where we can get furnishing goods cheap.”
Rodney carried out his purpose, and at the cost of four dollars supplied his room mate with all he needed for the present.
“See what it is to be rich, Mike,” he said. “It seems odd for me to be buying clothes for my adopted son.”
“You’re in luck, Rodney, and so am I. I hope some time I can do you a favor.”
“Perhaps you can, Mike. If I should get sick, you might take my place as tutor.”
“You must know an awful lot, Rodney,” said Mike, regarding his companion with new respect.
“Thank you for the compliment, Mike. I hope Mr. Sargent will have the same opinion.”
The next day it is needless to say that Rodney did not resume the business of newsboy. He was very glad to give it up. He dressed with unusual care and took a walk down town.