"If I have Grace with me I shall hardly feel justified in asking compensation." "My uncle would not think of making any account of the little girl's board. I think he paid your predecessor twenty-five dollars a month. Will that be satisfactory?" "It is very liberal, sir." "You will allow me to offer you a month's salary in advance. I can settle it with Uncle Ben." This relieved Mrs. Rollins from a great embarrassment, as she needed to replenish her wardrobe to some extent. "I will go out with you on Monday, and take Rupert with me, as he will wish to see how his mother and sister are situated." "How kind you are, Mr. Sylvester!" said Rupert, gratefully. "Don't give me too much credit, Rupert. You have helped me out of an embarrassment. I expected to have a long hunt for a housekeeper. Thanks to your mother I have escaped all that." "You don't know how much it means to us, Mr. Sylvester." "Well, perhaps, I have some idea. It seems a good arrangement for all of us. Well, good morning. Oh, by the way, you meet me at the Astor House to-morrow morning at eleven o'clock." "Yes, sir, with pleasure." Mrs. Marlow was a very observing woman. She always kept her door ajar, and saw every one who went upstairs. Her curiosity was considerably excited when she saw Rupert's companion. "My stars!" she said to herself. "What a fine-looking young man! He looks like a real gentleman--I wonder does he know them Rollinses." Mrs. Marlow would liked to have listened at the door and heard the conversation between her neighbors and the distinguished-looking visitor. But this was not practicable. However, as Mr. Sylvester came down stairs she ventured out and intercepted him. "Sure, you've been callin' on my friend, Mrs. Rollins," she said. "Is she a friend of yours?" asked Sylvester, looking at her curiously. "Indeed she is, and she's a fine lady. But she's been very unfortunate. I would like to have helped her, but I am poor myself, and----" "Won't you accept this?" said Sylvester, offering her a dollar as the easiest way of getting rid of her. "Thank you, sir," said Mrs. Marlow, with a profound courtesy. "It's easy to see you're a kindhearted man." "What a curious woman! I should hardly think Mrs. Rollins would have made choice of her as a friend!" soliloquized the young man as he pushed on to the street. "I wonder what his name is and where he lives," speculated Mrs. Marlow. "He must be the young man that gave the Rollinses the purse and the basket of provisions. If I knew where he lived I'd go and see him often." There is very little doubt that Mrs. Marlow would have kept her word, but unfortunately she had no clew to the residence of her new acquaintance. When Rupert came downstairs, she put herself in his way. "You had a call from a nice gentleman this morning," she said, insinuatingly. Rupert felt too happy to slight even Mrs. Marlow, and he answered, courteously, "Yes." "I hope he brought a present for your mother."