“Where’s that?”
“Mrs. Freer’s; know where that is?”
“Yes, that’s where Phin Dorr lives. Evan here says she’s his mother. Is she?”
“Yes; she was married again after Phin’s father died. Well, she’s got a room on the first floor that’s a peach. Clean? Thunder! You can’t find a speck of dust anywhere. It would be just the place for you fellows if you’ve got to get out of here. And besides that, you’d be doing a real kindness to Phin. You know they haven’t any money except what they both make, and I guess it would mean a lot to them to rent this room of theirs.”
“Well, we haven’t looked around any yet,” said Sanger cautiously, with a glance toward his roommate. “We’ll have a look at the room, though, to-morrow, and see how we like it. What’s the rent, do you know?”
“Three dollars a week,” said Hansel.
Sanger shook his head gravely.
“Too much. Everyone’s putting their prices down now, you know. It’s pretty hard to rent after school begins. I can get all kinds of rooms for two and a half. Why, we only pay about two and a quarter for this!”
“Cheap enough,” said Bert. “But then it’s a dickens of a long way up here, isn’t it?”