"You mean Shakespeare?"
"Yes. However, father is old-fashioned in his ideas. I should like to become a great actor, and make piles of money. Then he might be proud of me."
Leslie's face flushed and his voice trembled, he was so carried away by the thought of becoming a dramatic star.
"You said you had twelve dollars?" remarked Rupert, by way of bringing him back to solid ground.
"Yes; but I have spent four dollars, though I have tried to be economical. I pay seventy-five cents a day for my room, and that counts up."
"Yes, so it does. If you were going to stop long in the city I think I could get a room for you at two dollars a week."
"I should like that, but I can't pay even that if I don't get something to do."
"In that case I suppose you would go home."
"I should have to. I suppose my father is very angry at me."
"Did you leave home without letting him know?"