"That would be very convenient, especially the piano and the stationary tubs," observed Paul. "If I decide to take the rooms, you can come round any time and practice on the tubs." "Thank you, Paul, I think I'd rather try the piano." "I thought you might be more used to the tubs. However, that's too far up town for me." "Are you going to get furnished rooms?" "I haven't spoken to mother about it, but as we have had all our furniture burned up, we shall probably get furnished rooms at first." "Perhaps this might suit you, then," said Sam, reading from the paper: "TO LET--FOR HOUSEKEEPING, several nicely furnished rooms; terms moderate. Apply at -- Bleecker street." "That must be near where Barry used to live." "Would it be too far?" "No, I don't think it would. It isn't far to walk from Bleecker street. But it will depend a little on the terms." "Terms moderate," read off Sam. "They might call them so, even if they were high." "I wish there were some rooms to let in our building." "I shouldn't mind taking them if they were as nice as yours. How long have you lived there?" "We only moved on the first day of May." "How much do you charge for your neckties, boy?" asked a female voice. Looking up, Paul beheld a tall, hard-visaged female, who had stopped in front of his stand. "Twenty-five cents," answered Paul. "Seems to me they're rather high," returned the would-be customer. "Can't you sell me one for twenty cents?" "I never take less than twenty-five, madam." "I am looking for a nice birthday present for my nephew," said the hard-visaged lady, "but I don't want to spend too much. If you'll say twenty cents, I'll take two." "I'm sorry, but I have only one price," said the young merchant. "I'll give you twenty-two cents." "I shall have to charge twenty-five." "I suppose I must pay it then," said the lady in a dissatisfied tone. "Here, give me that blue one." The necktie was wrapped up, and the money reluctantly paid. "How would you like to be her nephew, Sam?" asked Paul, as soon as she was out of hearing. "You might get a nice birthday present now and then." "Shouldn't wonder if that twenty-five cents bust the old woman! Do you often have customers like that?" "Not very often. The other day a young man, after wearing a necktie for a week, came back, and wanted to exchange it for one of a different color." "Did you exchange it?" "I guess not. I told him that wasn't my style of doing business. He got mad, and said he'd never buy anything more of me." "That reminds me of a man that bought a _Tribune_ of me early in the morning, and came back after reading it through and wanted to exchange it for a _Times._ But I must be goin', or I'll be stuck on some of my papers." CHAPTER V. HOUSE HUNTING. At ten o'clock Paul closed up his business for the forenoon, and returning to their temporary home, found his mother waiting for him. "Well, Paul," she said inquiringly, "have you heard of any good rooms?"