"Where do you live?" he asked.
"In that big house," answered the boy, pointing to a tall tenement, one of the shabbiest on the street. "We live on the fifth floor, but I guess well have to move out to-morrow."
"Why?"
"Father hasn't been able to save enough to pay the rent."
"What rent do you pay?"
"Six dollars. Father has only got three dollars toward it."
"What is your name?"
"Harry Benton."
"Well, Harry, I am not very rich, but I can help you a little. I will take all your papers, to begin with."
The little boy's face brightened.