"That thought won't keep me awake nights," said the gentleman, laughing.
"You sha'n't lose anything by me, sir; I promise you that," said Dan, earnestly.
"Then come into the hotel with me, and we will arrange the matter in a business-like way."
"All right, sir."
Dan followed his new friend into the Astor House, and up stairs into a pleasant bedroom, which in its comfortable apartments reminded Dan of the days before his father's failure.
"I wish I could live so again," he thought. "I don't like a tenement-house."
Mr. Grant—for this was his name—took writing materials from his valise, and seated himself at a table.
"I am going to draw up a note for you to sign," he said. "I probably understand better than you the necessary form."
"Thank you, sir."