"Don't you pay but five dollars?"
"Rather more," said Mordaunt, laughing.
"I only get five dollars a week for my valuable services," said Tom. "I pay that for board, and get my clothes with the balance. If I hadn't a fortune of ten dollars to fall back upon, I'd have to go without."
"Is that really the way you are situated?" asked Mordaunt, seriously.
"Yes."
"Then," said the young man, "come and board with me, and it sha'n't cost you a cent. I'll have another bed put into the bedroom, and we'll make ourselves as comfortable as we can."
"Do you mean it?" asked Tom, incredulously.
"Certainly."
"And you'll pay my board for the sake of my agreeable society?"
"Just so," answered his companion.