“Well, Tony, what can I do for you?”
“Have you got any cheap room to let, Mrs. Blodgett?”
“I’ve got a room in the attic. It’s small, but if it’ll suit you, you can have it for a dollar a week.”
“It’s just the thing,” said Tony, in a tone of satisfaction. “Can I go right up?”
“Yes, if you want to. I generally want a week’s pay in advance, but you’ve been here before——” “No matter for that. Here’s the money,” said Tony.
I’ll show you the way up.”
“All right. I guess I’ll lie down a while. I’ve been about the streets all day, and am pretty tired.”
The room was hardly large enough to swing a cat in, and the furniture was shabby and well-worn; but Tony was not particular. He threw himself on the bed, and soon fell asleep.
How long he slept he did not know, but when he woke up the room was quite dark. He stretched, and did not immediately remember where he was; but it flashed upon him directly.
I wonder what time it is?” he asked himself. “I must have slept a long time. I feel as fresh as a lark. I’ll get up and take a tramp.”