"Good enough for a lord."
"Nonsense!"
"No, but I am in earnest, as I will prove to you. I sleep on as fine a bed as ever I saw, laid on a richly carved mahogany bedstead, with beautiful curtains. The floor is covered with a Brussels carpet, nearly new and of a rich pattern. There is in the room a mahogany wardrobe, an elegant piece of furniture—a marble top dressing bureau, and a mahogany wash-stand with a marble slab. Now if you don't call that a touch above a common boarding house, you've been more fortunate than I have been until lately."
"Are there any vacancies there, Tom?"
"There is another bed in my room."
"Well, just tell them, to-night, that I'll be there to-morrow morning."
"Very well."
"And I know of a couple more that'll add to the mess, if there is room."
"It's a large house, and I believe they have room yet to spare."
A week more passed away, and the house had its complement, six young men, and the polite gentleman and his wife. This promised an income of thirty-one dollars per week.