“I ought to have a dollar a week,” said Mrs. Mooney, hesitatingly.
“Say seventy-five cents, and I’ll take it,” said Dick.
“Every week in advance?”
“Yes.”
“Well, as times is hard, and I can’t afford to keep it empty, you may have it. When will you come?”
“To-night,” said Dick.
“It aint lookin’ very neat. I don’t know as I can fix it up to-night.”
“Well, I’ll sleep here to-night, and you can fix it up to-morrow.”
“I hope you’ll excuse the looks. I’m a lone woman, and my help is so shiftless, I have to look after everything myself; so I can’t keep things as straight as I want to.”
“All right!” said Dick.