“Why, yes; but—you—look here, you’re not Hansel Dana, are you?”
“Yes”—the two shook hands—“I suppose I’ve changed some since you saw me last. So have you, for that matter. You’re heaps bigger, but that black hair of yours looks just the same.”
“Yes, you have changed,” answered Bert. “I’m glad to see you.” He turned to where Harry was smiling broadly at his amazement. “This is Mr. Folsom, Hansel; Mr. Dana. We—we were just speaking of you when you knocked.”
“Yes,” said Harry, shaking hands heartily, “Bert was telling me how glad he was you and he were to be together.” He shot a malicious glance at Bert and was rewarded with a scowl. The newcomer looked shrewdly at Bert’s innocent countenance and smiled a little.
“Rather a pleasant room we’ve got, Bert,” he observed.
“Oh, fair for a cheap one.”
“Is this a cheap one?” asked the other, opening his eyes. “I thought the rent was sixty dollars.”
“So it is. Over in Weeks some of the suites are two hundred.”
“Hum; things come high here, don’t they? Is this your furniture?”