"I pay a dollar and seventy-five cents a week for my room, and get my meals out; but the old lady will let the two of us have it for two fifty."
"That'll make seventy-five cents for me," said Sam.
"How do you make that out?"
"You pay just the same as you do now, and I'll make it up to two fifty."
"Look here, young fellow, you're smart, but that won't go down," said the other boy.
"Why not?" asked Sam, innocently. "You won't have to pay any more, will you?"
"I would have to pay more than you, and I don't mean to do it. If we pay two fifty, that will be just one twenty-five apiece. That's better than you can do alone."
"Well, I'll try it," said Sam. "When are you goin' round?"
"As soon as I get through work—at five o'clock."
"I'll wait for you."