"Jimmy is never noisy or troublesome," said Mrs. Hoffman, resenting the imputation upon her youngest boy. "Of course you think so, as you are his mother," rejoined the landlady. "You may be mistaken, you know." "Perhaps you object to me also," said Paul. "I am more noisy than my little brother." "I look upon you as a young man," said the landlady--a remark at which Paul felt secretly complimented. "I think we shall have to try somewhere else, mother," he said. "Perhaps we shall find some house where they don't object to noisy boys." It seemed rather a joke to Paul to hear Jimmy objected to as noisy and troublesome, and for some time afterward he made it a subject for joking Jimmy. The latter took it very good-naturedly and seemed quite as much amused as Paul. The _Herald_ had to be consulted once more. Two other places near by were visited, but neither proved satisfactory. In one place the rooms were not pleasant, in the other case the price demanded was too great. "It's twelve o'clock already," said Paul, listening to the strokes of a neighboring clock. "I had no idea it was so hard finding rooms. I wonder whether Mrs. Norton would keep us a day longer." "Perhaps we can go out this afternoon and prove more successful, Paul." "I've a great mind to consult Mr. Preston, mother. I think I'll call at his place of business at any rate, as I may need to draw some of the money we have in his hands. You know we've all got to buy new clothes." "Very well, Paul. Do as you think best. You won't need me." "No, mother." Mrs. Hoffman returned to her temporary quarters, and reporting her want of success, was cordially invited by Mrs. Norton to remain as her guest until she succeeded in obtaining satisfactory rooms. CHAPTER VI. PAUL TAKES A HOUSE ON MADISON AVENUE. Paul kept on his way to the office of Mr. Preston. Those who have read the previous volume will remember him as a gentleman whose acquaintance Paul had made accidentally. Attracted by our hero's frank, straightforward manner and manly bearing, he had given him some work for his mother, and on other occasions had manifested an interest in his welfare. He now held one hundred and fifty dollars belonging to Paul, or rather to Mrs. Hoffman, for which he allowed legal interest. On entering the mercantile establishment, of which Mr. Preston was at the head, Paul inquired for him of one of the salesmen. "He is in his office," said the latter. "Can I see him?" "I don't know. Do you want to see him personally?" "Yes, if he has time to see me." "From whom do you come?" "I come on my own business." "Then I don't think you can see him," said the clerk, judging that a boy's business couldn't be very important. "If you will be kind enough to carry in my name," said Paul, "Mr. Preston will decide that."