“Yes,” said the peanut merchant. “I know of one where they charge a dollar a day.”
“Is that cheap? What do they charge at the St. Nicholas?”
“Two dollars a day.”
“A day?” asked Joe, in amazement.
It must be remembered that this was over fifty years ago. Joe would have greater cause to be startled at the prices now asked at our fashionable hotels.
“Well, you can go to the cheap hotel.”
“Where is it?”
The requisite directions were given. It was the Commercial Hotel, located in a down-town street.
The Commercial Hotel, now passed away, or doing business under a changed name, was not a stylish inn.
It was rather dark and rather dingy, but Joe did not notice that particularly. He had never seen a fine hotel, and this structure, being four stories in height above the offices, seemed to him rather imposing than otherwise.