“Twenty-five cents.”
The young man ran his eye over a portion of the pigeon holes and announced:
“Single rooms at that price all gone.”
“And the best room is fifty cents?”
“You’ve got it.”
“That’s too much.”
“Better go to Tom’s Lodging House,” sneered the fellow. “You’ll find a fine ten-cent crowd there, if that’s your style. Tell you, if you don’t mind sharing a room with a boy like yourself I can accommodate you.”
“Two beds?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll take it.”