"Good! Your rooms are not yet all engaged, my dear young lady?" said the man, who seemed unable to discuss the simplest subject without using what later she learned to call "his platform manner." "Oh, no; we haven't many guests as yet." "Good!" he exclaimed again. Then, after a moment's pursing of his lips, he added: "This is not strictly speaking a legal day for making bargains. But we may _talk_ of an arrangement; mayn't we?" "I do not understand you, sir," said Lyddy. "Ah! No! I am referring to the possibility of my taking board with you, Miss Bray." "I see," responded the girl, with sudden interest. "Do you think you would be suited with the accommodations we have to offer?" "Ah, my dear miss!" he exclaimed, with a broad smile. "I am an old campaigner. I have slept gypsy-fashion under the stars many and many a night. A straw pallet has often been my lot. Indeed, I am naturally simple of taste and habit." He said all this with an air as though entirely different demands might reasonably be expected of such as he. He evidently had a very good opinion of himself. Lyddy did not much care for his appearance; but he was respectably--if strikingly--dressed, and he was perfectly respectful. "I will show you what we have," said Lyddy, and rose and accompanied him through the house. "You do not let any of the rooms in the east wing?" he asked, finally. "No, sir. Neither upstairs nor down. We probably shall not disturb those rooms at all." Finally they talked terms. The stranger seemed to forget all his scruples about doing business on Sunday, for he was a hard bargainer. As a result he obtained from Lyddy quite as good accommodations as Mrs. Castle had--and for two dollars less per week. Not until they had come downstairs did Lyddy think to ask him his name. "And one not unknown to fame, my dear young lady," he said, drawing out his cardcase. "Famous in more than one field of effort, too--as you may see. "Your terms are quite satisfactory, I will have my trunk brought up in the morning, and I will do myself the honor to sup with you to-morrow evening. Good-day, Miss Bray," and he lifted his hat and went away whistling, leaving Lyddy staring in surprise at the card in her hand: PROF. LEMUEL JUDSON SPINK, M.D. Proprietor: Stonehedge Bitters Likewise of the World Famous DIAMOND GRITS "_The Breakfast of the Million_" "Why! it's the Spink man we've heard so much about--the boy who was taken out of the poorhouse by grandfather. I--I wonder if I have done right to take him as a boarder?" murmured Lyddy at last. CHAPTER XIX THE WIDOW HARRISON'S TROUBLES Later Lyddy Bray had more than "two minds" about taking Professor Lemuel Judson Spink to board. And 'Phemie's "You never took him!" when she first heard the news on her return from church, was not the least of the reasons for Lyddy's doubts.