“I could have told you you wouldn’t get in there. There’s a pretty good place further along——”
“Oh, that’s all right. We start on the 1st.”
“Start where?”
“Mrs. Pearson’s.”
“Pete, you’re lying!” gasped Allan.
“No, straight talk. I engaged the front corner room on the second floor. It’s a right nice-looking place: paper on the walls, fireplace, lounge, window-seat——”
“But—but how’d you do it?”
“Oh, that’s all right. We had a little pow-wow. It’s going to be six a week and no extras.”
“You crazy Westerner!” said Allan, in bewildered admiration. Then, “But you haven’t got any one to join, have you?”