"It costs a terrible pile to live in the city," sighed Fred. "You've got to pay for everything. When I landed, a man made me pay ten cents for crossing a torn-up street."
"He swindled you, Fred."
"Maybe he did. I know he ran off as soon as he got the money."
"Where were you going to stop to-night?"
"I—I don't know."
"You had better come with me."
"I—I can't pay for regular lodging," and again the boy from the farm hung his head.
"Well, I'll do the paying."
"Will you?" Fred's face brightened. "Say, Nat, you're real good! I'm sorry I treated you so meanly when you paid us a visit."
"We'll let that pass. Now, you are here, the question is, what are you going to do?"