“Well—but how?” asked Harry dubiously.
“You know they’ve got a room at their house that they want to rent. I’ve seen it, and it’s a dandy. If they had rented that when school began they’d have been all right, Phin says. It’s only three dollars a week, but I suppose that three dollars means a whole lot to them.”
“I suppose so. What then, O Solomon?”
“Well, I propose to find some one to take it for the rest of the year.”
“Oh! It sounds simple, but can you do it?”
“I think so, if you help me.”
“Here’s where I come in, eh? What do you want me to do? Walk through the town with a placard on my back? Go around with a dinner bell yelling ‘Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! There is a fine room for rent at Mrs. Freer’s, and the price be moderate?’”
“No, I want you to hush up and let me do the talking for a minute,” Hansel laughed. Harry looked hurt.
“Let you do the talking!” he muttered. “You don’t seem to realize the fact that you’ve been talking a steady stream ever since you entered my humble apartment.”