“Mrs. Carlin, sir.”
“Ha! yes. Your rent is six dollars. Pass it over, and I will give you a receipt.”
“But I came to say that I had only three dollars and a half toward it.”
“And why have you only three dollars and a half, I’d like to know?” said Mullins, rudely.
“Because my Jimmy has been sick three days. He’s a telegraph boy, and I’m a widow, wid only me bye to help me.”
“I have nothing to do with the sickness of your son. When you hired your rooms, you agreed to pay the rent, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir; but——”
“And you didn’t say anything about Jimmy being sick or well.”
“True for you, sir; but——”
“I think, Mrs. Carlin, you’ll have to get hold of the other two dollars and a half some how, or out you’ll go. See?”