"Where did you get acquainted with him? Have you known him long?"
"He was taken sick at the door of our office one day. So I had him carried to my boarding-place, and took care of him till he got well."
"That was very good of you," said Ida, approvingly. "What did he use to do?"
"He was a match boy."
"Does he sell matches now?"
"No; he has got a place in a bookstore."
"What did you say his name was?"
"Mark."
"That's a pretty good name, but I don't like it so well as Dick."