"I couldn't help thinking of the very different supper my mother will have."
"To be sure. You are a good boy for thinking of her. Where do you live?"
"At 117 Elizabeth Street."
Frank Sylvester took out a note book and jotted down the address.
Rachel Clark waited upon the table. Sylvester saw that her curiosity was excited about Rupert, and he decided to gratify it.
"I suppose you are wondering where I met my new friend, Rachel?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
"He met me. I had been drinking too much, and I am afraid I should have got into trouble if he had not taken charge of me."
Rachel beamed upon Rupert.