Strange as it may seem, our hero found the hotel full and so had to apply to a private boarding-house for accommodations.
“I think I can let you have a room,” said Miss Littell, to whom he was directed. “It is a small room, but comfortably furnished.”
“Can I see it?” asked Frank.
“Oh, yes.”
The room proved to be acceptable, and after some little conversation our hero engaged it for the week, the terms being five dollars in advance, for a room, with breakfast, and dinner in the evening.
“May I ask what your business it?” questioned Miss Littell, after Frank had settled with her.
“I sell books for a living.”
“Indeed!” The landlady appeared much surprised. “How strange!”
“Strange that I sell books?”
“Oh, no, not that. But that two of you should come to me in the same week.”