Leaving the Park, Miss Manning crossed the street, went up the front steps of a handsome house, and rang the bell.
"What a nice house!" said Rose, admiringly; "are we going to live here?"
"No, I don't think we can afford it; but I will ask to see the rooms."
Soon the door was opened, and a servant-girl looked at them inquiringly.
"Can I see the rooms you have to let?" asked the seamstress.
"Step in a moment, and I'll call Mrs. Clayton."
They stepped into a hall, and remained waiting till a woman of middle age, with a pleasant countenance, came up from below, where she had been superintending the servants.
"I saw your advertisement of rooms to let," commenced Miss Manning, a little timidly, for she knew that the house was a finer one than with her limited means she could expect to enter, and felt a little like a humbug.
"Yes, I have two small rooms vacant."
"Are they—expensive?" asked the seamstress, with hesitation.