“Isn’t she horrid?” was the shuddering reply.
Here some one started a new topic of conversation, and Miss Brintnall subsided.
CHAPTER XI.
A NEW ARRANGEMENT.
About nine o’clock that evening Gilbert’s trunk arrived. He received it with satisfaction, and unpacked it at once, putting a part of his clothing into the drawers of a small bureau, which, with the bedstead and one chair, took up about all the space in his contracted chamber.
Mr. Ingalls stepped in as he was unpacking.
“You haven’t got much extra room,” he said.
“No, I wish my room was larger,” said Gilbert; “but it is as large as I can afford.”
“My room is at least twice as large, but by sharing it with another I pay no more than you do.”
“You are in luck; that is, if your room-mate is agreeable.”
“We get along very well, but I expect to lose him in a week. He is to leave the city. If you would like to take his place, I shall be glad to have you.”