"We shan't be able to come to lunch," said Fosdick. "Our stores are too far off."
"Then I will make half a dollar difference with each of you, making nine dollars a week instead of ten."
The boys went downstairs, well pleased with the arrangement they had made. Dick insisted upon paying five dollars and a half of the joint weekly expense, leaving three and a half to Fosdick. This would leave the latter two dollars and a half out of his salary, while Dick would have left four and a half. With economy, both thought they could continue to lay up something.
There was one little embarrassment which suggested itself to the boys. Neither of them had a trunk, having been able to stow away all their wardrobe without difficulty in the drawers of the bureau with which their room in Mott Street was provided.
"Why are you like an elephant, Fosdick?" asked Dick, jocosely, as they emerged into the street.
"I don't know, I'm sure."
"Because you haven't got any trunk except what you carry round with you."
"We'll have to get trunks, or perhaps carpet-bags would do."
"No," said Dick, decisively, "it aint 'spectable to be without a trunk, and we're going to be 'spectable now."
"Respectable, Dick."