"No--not exactly," he replied, "only--"
"I know what you mean. Before I got this place I went to Boston for
two months to try my luck, and _I_ was among strangers."
"Some day, when I can afford it, I intend to bring my folks to the
city," Richard went on.
"Where are you stopping now?" asked Frank.
"With a sailor friend of mine down on West Street."
"West Street! It is not a very nice locality."
"No; but he is very kind, and so is his wife. They keep a restaurant.
He was in a railroad accident with me, and that's the reason he takes
to me."
"Yes, accidents often make strange people friends."
"But I must hunt up a regular boarding-house," went on Richard. "I
suppose a good one that is cheap is hard to find."
"You are right. How much do you expect to pay, if I may ask?"
"Not over four dollars. I'm to get six here, and I can't afford any
more. When my salary is raised I'll be willing to go a little more,
but not much, because I want to send home all the money I can."
Frank Massanet was silent for a moment. Richard's way pleased him, and
he felt drawn towards the new-comer.
"My mother has been thinking of taking a boarder," he said slowly. "We
have a spare hall bedroom. It is not very large, but it has good
ventilation, and is neatly furnished.
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