"Yes."
"What number?"
"No. 7."
"That is the lower berth—just the one I wanted," exclaimed Talbot in vexation. "Mine is the upper. Let me see your sleeping check."
Mark showed it. Solon Talbot regarded it enviously "I will give you twenty-five cents to exchange," he said.
"I will exchange without the twenty-five cents if you prefer the lower berth."
"I do, but—I would rather pay."
"I can't accept it. Here is the check. Give me yours in return."
Solon did so muttering his thanks rather ungraciously. He hated to be under any obligation to his nephew.
"Where is Edgar?" asked Mark.