"One more flight," said Mr. Turner, at the first landing.
He paused before a door on the third floor, and opened it.
Rufus followed him into a large and handsomely furnished bedchamber, containing a bed large enough for three, as the newsboy thought.
"I think you will find everything you need," said the master of the house, casting a rapid glance around. "I hope you will have a comfortable night's rest. We have breakfast at half-past seven o'clock. The bell will ring to awake you half an hour earlier."
"I think I won't stop to breakfast," said Rough and Ready, bashfully; "thank you, sir, for the invitation."
"You mustn't think of going away before breakfast," said Mr. Turner; "I wish to talk with you, and my wife will wish to see you."
"But," said the newsboy, still anxious to get away, "I ought to be down-town early to get my papers."
"Let them go one morning. I will take care that you lose nothing by it. You will find a brush and comb on the bureau. And now, good-night. I am tired, and I have no doubt you are also."
"Good-night, sir."
The door closed, and the newsboy was left alone. It had come so rapidly upon him, that he could hardly realize the novel circumstances in which he was placed. He, who had been accustomed to the humble lodgings appropriated to his class, found himself a welcome guest in a handsome mansion up-town. He undressed himself quickly, and, shutting off the gas, jumped into bed. He found it very soft and comfortable, and, being already fatigued, did not long remain awake, as he glided unconsciously into slumber, wondering vaguely what Ben Gibson would say if he knew where he was spending the night.