"I've hired an attic room for a week."
"What do you pay?"
"A dollar a week."
"Of course, it's a poor room?"
"Yes; but it's all I can expect, and better than I often have. Why, I've slept in barns and under haystacks plenty of times."
"What is your name?"
"Tony Rugg."
"Well, Tony, you must come and stop with me to-night."
"With you?"