"Fifty dollars a month!" repeated the widow, incredulously.
"That's the figure, mother. I didn't suppose we ought to charge more."
"More, Dan! Why, it is a fortune!"
"I don't know. That depends on Althea's appetite. Are you a great eater, Althea?"
"Sometimes I am," said the little girl, naively.
"Never mind, I guess there will be enough."
"I nearly forgot, Dan. You will want some supper. I didn't know there would be two, but I will go cut and buy some more meat, if you can wait."
"I have had supper, mother, or dinner rather. I dined with Althea and her aunt at the Fifth Avenue Hotel."
Here was another surprise.