"Well, where shall you stow them?"
"It is more than I can say, sir. We must manage it somehow."
"Henry told me you were ambitious enough to aspire to the Mormon failure."
"I was foolish enough to do so," replied William, with a laugh. "Seeing it was very much in the condition of the famed picture taken of the good Dr. Primrose and his family—useless—I went and offered a rent for it—only a trifling sum, it is true; but if our fires only kept it from damp, one would think the builder might have been glad to let it, thrown as it is upon his hands. I told him so."
"What did he say?"
"He stood out for thirty pounds. But that's more than I—than we can afford."
"And who was going to find the money? You?"
William hesitated; but did not see any way out of the dilemma.
"Well, sir, you know it is a sad pity for the good work to be stopped, through so insignificant a trifle as want of room."
"I think it is," replied Mr. Ashley. "You can hire it to-morrow, and move your forms and tables and books into it as soon as you like. I will find the rent."