"Oh, yes, I can boil eggs, and do almost anything. I bought it at a junk-shop for only two dollars. I don't have a fire all the time, because I can't afford it. But it is pleasant, even when I am feeling cold, to think that I can have a fire when I want to."
In the corner of the room was a bedstead. There was also a very plain, and somewhat battered, bureau, and a small glass of seven inches by nine hanging over it. On a small table were placed half-a-dozen books, including the Bible, which years ago Miss Manning had brought from her country home, the gift of a mother, now many years dead. The poor seamstress never let a day pass without reading a chapter in the good book, and, among all her trials and privations, of which she had many, she had never failed to derive comfort and good cheer from it.
"How nice your room looks, Miss Manning!" said Rose, admiringly.
"Yes, it's jolly," said the newsboy.
"I try to make it as comfortable as I can; but my means are small, and I cannot do all I wish."
"And are you willing to let Rose come and live with you?"
"I shall be very glad to have her. She will be so much company for me."
"You'd like to come, Rosie, wouldn't you?"
"Ever so much," said the little girl; "that is, if I can see you every day."
"Of course you will. I'll come up to see how you're gettin' along."