“About two miles from Wall Street.”
“I shan’t mind that. When at school I used to walk ten miles sometimes, on holidays.”
“Mind, Gilbert, I only recommend it. I will see that you have money enough to get along comfortably, even if you choose to ride constantly.”
“I shall enjoy the walk when it is pleasant.”
“Clinton Place is the western portion of Eighth Street,” said Mr. Briggs. “East Eighth Street is known as St. Mark’s Place. There are numerous boarding-houses there also, but I think you will like Clinton Place better. I suppose you are not very familiar with the streets yet?”
“No, sir; but I shall get accustomed to them as soon as possible. I found, this morning, that it is a useful thing to know.”
About twenty minutes’ ride brought the car to Clinton Place.
“We will get out here,” said Mr. Briggs. “As we pass through the street,” he said, “we shall probably notice papers pasted on some of the houses, indicating that boarders or lodgers will be received. At some of these houses we will inquire.”
It was as Mr. Briggs had said. They had scarcely began their walk towards Broadway, when they saw such a paper on a neat-looking brick house.
“Let us inquire here, Gilbert,” he said.