"Where?" he asked.
"On West Sixteenth Street."
"Yet you have always been pleading poverty, and only last month I had to wait two days for the last dollar of the rent."
"That is true; but an old friend has found me out, and will give me a helping hand."
Of course, no more was to be said.
The removal was soon made, for Mrs. Mead had little to move, and with Seth Lawton's efficient help, the widow found herself in possession of her new establishment, with everything running smoothly.
"Now," said Mr. Lawton, "I must see if I can't do something for Willie. How much does Ezra Little pay him?"
"Two dollars and a half a week."
"That is too little."
"I don't think Mr. Little will pay more."