“Oh, you have!” said Sam, feeling considerably relieved. “Have you got enough to last you a month?”
“I’ve got most six hundred dollars.”
“You don’t say so!” said Sam, cordially. “Where did you raise it? Did you draw a prize in the lottery?”
“No,” said Joshua, “I drew a blank. The old man found out about the ticket and made a row.”
“Then how came he to give you the money?” asked his friend.
“He didn’t give it to me,” said Joshua, a little awkwardly.
“Never mind,” said Sam, quickly, for he suspected the true state of the case, but thought it best not to appear to know that the money was dishonestly acquired. “The main thing is that you’ve got the money. Now, my dear fellow,” he continued, with a remarkable increase of cordiality, “I want you to come and room with me.”
“That’s just what I should like,” said Joshua, gratified.
“I have a hall bedroom now; but Mrs. Jones has a larger room with a double bed. We’ll take that together, and I’ll show you round.”
“That’s just what I want,” said Joshua. “You see, I’ve never been in New York before, and I’ve got to get used to it.”