Mrs.
Talbot. You can move in next Tuesday, as we sail for Europe on the
following day."

"Yes, sir," said Paul in a tone of satisfaction.

"I will expect you and your mother this evening. My number is ----."

"We will be sure to call, sir."

Mr. Talbot now spoke to Mr. Preston on another topic.

"Oh, by the way, Paul," said Mr. Preston in an interval of the
conversation, "you said you wanted fifty dollars."

"I don't think I shall need it now, Mr. Preston," answered Paul. "I
have some other money, but I supposed I might have to pay a month's
rent in advance. Now that will not be necessary. I will bid you
good-morning, sir."

"Good-morning, Paul. Call on me whenever you need advice or
assistance."

"Thank you, sir; I will."

"That's what I call a good day's work," said Paul to himself in a tone
of satisfaction. "Twenty dollars a month is a good deal to save. We
shall grow rich soon at that rate."

He determined to go home at once and announce the good news. As he
entered the room his mother looked up and inquired:

"Well, Paul, what news?"

"I've engaged a house, mother."

"A house? Where?"

"On Madison avenue."

"You are joking, Paul."

"No, I am not, or if I am, it's a good joke, for we are really to live
in a nice house on Madison avenue and pay no rent at all."

"I can't understand it, Paul," said his mother, bewildered.

Paul explained the arrangement which he had entered into. It is
needless to say that his mother rejoiced in the remarkable good luck
which came to them just after the misfortune of the fire, and looked
forward with no little pleasure to moving into their new quarters.

CHAPTER VII.

THE HOUSE ON MADISON AVENUE.

In the evening, as had been agreed, Paul accompanied his mother uptown
to call on Mrs. Talbot and receive directions in regard to the house.
They had no difficulty in finding it. On ringing the bell they were
ushered into an elegantly furnished parlor, the appearance of which
indicated the wealth of the owner.

"Suppose we give a party, mother, after we move in," said Paul, as he
sat on the sofa beside his mother, awaiting the appearance of Mrs.
Talbot.

"Mrs. Talbot might have an objection to our using her parlors for such
a purpose."

"I wonder," said Paul reflectively, "whether I shall ever have a house
of my own like this?"

"Not unless your business increases," said his mother, smiling.

"I rather think you are right, mother. Seriously, though,