"Who is there?" asked Buster.
"Me, for me money," responded the landlady, determinedly. "Is there any sin in asking for what is due me?"
"As much sin as there is use," muttered Moore. "I can't go over the roof like this, Buster. I have it. Tell her I am taking a bath."
"Yessir," said the boy, starting towards the door as Moore sought shelter with pail and pitcher of water behind an old screen standing in the corner of the room.
"My cold bath, Buster," whispered Moore.
"Yessir."
"And, Buster?"
"Yessir."
"You get out when she comes in."
"Hi will, sir," responded Buster preparing to open the door.