"Will you pay the first week in advance?" asked the landlady.
"I don't think it would be convenient," said Sam.
"Then can you give me anything on account?" asked Mrs. Brownly. "Half a dollar will do."
Sam reluctantly drew out fifty cents and handed to her.
"Now, we'll go up and look at the room," said Henry.
It was a hall bedroom on the second floor back which was to be Sam's future home. It appeared to be about six feet wide by eight feet long. There was a pine bedstead, one chair, and a washstand, which would have been improved by a fresh coat of paint. Over the bed hung a cheap print of Gen. Washington, in an equally cheap frame. A row of pegs on the side opposite the bed furnished conveniences for hanging up clothes.
"How do you like it?" asked Henry Martin.
"Tiptop," answered Sam, with satisfaction.
"Well, I'm glad you like it," said his companion. "There's six pegs; you can use half of them."
"What for?" asked Sam.