“Take a seat, Mr. Brown,” said Mr. Taylor, politely.
“I came on a little business,” said the young man. “I would like to hire the Cathcart place. I hear you are the purchaser.”
“You are perfectly right, Mr. Brown,” said Mr. Taylor. “I purchased it, but it was in behalf of my ward Julius, here. You will have to speak to him about hiring it.”
“Indeed!” said the young man. “I hope,” turning to Julius, “you won’t object to me as a tenant.”
“I have so little experience as a landlord,” said Julius, laughing, “that I don’t quite know what to say. What rent are you willing to give?”
“I could afford to pay ten dollars a month.”
“That is a fair price, Julius,” said Mr. Taylor.{200}
“Then I shall be glad to accept your offer,” said Julius. “You can move in as soon as you please.”
“That is satisfactory. I hope you will find me a desirable tenant.”
“And I hope you will find me a good landlord,” said Julius.