our capital to buy new. When we get
richer we will buy some nice furniture."
"Perhaps you are right, Paul. At any rate we will go and look at these
rooms."
"If they don't suit us, I have the paper with me, and we can look
somewhere else."
"May I go, mother?" asked Jimmy.
"We might have to go about considerably, Jimmy," said Paul. "I am
afraid you would get tired."
"If Mrs. Norton will let you stay here, I think it will be better,"
said his mother. "Are you sure he won't be in your way, Mrs. Norton?"
"Bless his heart, no," returned the policeman's wife heartily. "I
shall be glad of his company. Mr. Norton and Sam are away most of the
time, and I get lonely sometimes."
Jimmy felt rather flattered by the thought that his company was
desired by Mrs. Norton, and readily resigned himself to stay at home.
Paul and his mother went out, and got on board a Bleecker street car,
which soon brought them to the desired number.
The house was quite respectable in appearance, far more so certainly
than the burned tenement house. The time had been when Bleecker street
was fashionable, and lined with the dwellings of substantial and
prosperous citizens. That time had gone by. Still it was several
grades above the streets in the lower part of the city.
Paul rang the bell, and the door was opened by a maid-servant.
"I saw an advertisement in the _Herald_ about some rooms to let," said
Paul. "Can we see them?"
"I'll speak to the mistress," was the reply. "Won't you come in?"
They entered the hall, and were shown into the parlor, where they took
seats on a hard sofa. Soon the door opened, and a tall lady entered.
"You would like to look at my rooms?" she inquired, addressing Mrs.
Hoffman.
"If you please."
"They are on the third floor--all that I have vacant. If you will
follow me, I will show you the way."
At the top of the second staircase she threw open the door of a
good-sized room, furnished plainly but neatly.
"There is another room connected with this," she said, "and a bedroom
on the upper floor can go with it."
"Is it arranged for housekeeping?" asked Mrs. Hoffman.
"Yes; you will find the back room fitted for cooking. Come in and I
will show you."
She opened a door in the rear room, displaying a pantry and sink,
while a cooking-stove was already put up. Both rooms were carpeted. In
the front room there was a sofa, a rocking-chair, some shelves for
books, while three or four pictures hung
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