“Will it increase my board?” asked Gilbert.
“How much do you pay now?”
“Six dollars.”
“No; you would pay the same as my room-mate.”
“Then I will accept your offer with thanks.”
“I hope you won’t have cause to repent it,” said Mr. Ingalls. “If you do at any time I will let you off.”
“If you should marry Miss Brintnall,” suggested Gilbert, with a smile, “you will have to give me warning.”
“No Miss Brintnall for me!” said Ingalls. “I don’t want to be a henpecked husband, or marry one who would insist on wearing the breeches.”
“The lady seems partial to you.”
“She is not only partial, but martial,” said the young man, who was apt to indulge in poor jokes; “I would as soon marry an Amazon. When you get through unpacking, come to my room; you may like to see it.”