"Cousin John" in Boston had received the news of their intended coming with cordial interest, and had already procured for them a six-room apartment in Roxbury; and it was in his thriving market and grocery store on Warren Avenue that Caleb was to have a position as clerk. The wages, at first, were not large--Cousin John explained when he good-naturedly ran up to the farm to make arrangements--but the figures looked fabulous to Sarah until John told her that they must pay twenty-five dollars every month for their flat. "Twenty-five dollars, and not even a spare room!" she gasped. "Why, John, it's too nice--it must be. We did n't want such a fancy one." "Oh, 't is n't fancy," laughed the man, "not a bit! It's clean and neat and on a respectable street. Land costs something down there, you know. You have to pay something for rent. Why, I pay fifty, myself." "Oh, oh!" moaned Sarah. Then she threw back her head with an assumed courage. "Never mind, I 'll just have to change my plans a bit. I did n't intend to keep anything, but I can have just a few hens and a cow as well as not, and that will help some. Like enough I can sell a little butter and what eggs I don't use, too, and--" a long, hearty laugh interrupted her. "Oh, Cousin Sarah, Cousin Sarah!" choked John, as soon as he could find his voice. "Well," said Mrs. Dalton, with some dignity, "I'm waiting." Cousin John pulled his face into shape and steadied his voice. "Sarah, your flat is up three flights, and has n't even a back piazza. Where are you going to keep hens and cows?" Mrs. Dalton's jaw fell. "Three flights!" she gasped. He nodded. "And is n't there a yard, or--or anything?" "Not that belongs to you--except the fire escape and a place on the roof to dry your clothes." His lips were twitching, as Mrs. Dalton was not slow to see. "Never mind," she retorted airily. "I did n't want them, anyhow, and, after all, we've got the money, so why can't we take a little good in spending it!" Some weeks later when Mrs. Dalton saw her new home, she did n't know whether to laugh or to cry. The three long flights of stairs and dim, narrow halls filled her with dismay, but the entrance with its shining letter-boxes and leaded-glass door-panels overwhelmed her with its magnificence. The big brick block in which she was to live looked like a palace to her eyes; but the six rooms in which she was to stow herself and family amazed and disheartened her with their diminutiveness. "Why, Caleb, I--I can't breathe--they 're so small!" she gasped. Then she broke off suddenly, as she glanced through the window: "Oh, my, my--who 'd ever have thought there were so many roofs and chimneys in the world!"