"I will come to-morrow, sir."

"Very well," said Mr. Wharton, with satisfaction.

The next day, by special favor, Frank got off from the store two hours
earlier than usual. He bought at a Sixth Avenue basement store, a small,
second hand trunk for two dollars. He packed his scanty wardrobe into
the trunk, which, small as it was he was unable to fill, and had it
carried to Mr. Wharton's house.

He asked to see Mrs. Bradley, and she came to the door.

"I am glad to see you," she said graciously. "You may leave your trunk
in the hall and I will have it carried up by the servants."

"Thank you," said Frank, and he followed the housekeeper up the handsome
staircase.

"This is to be your room," said the housekeeper, opening the door of a
small chamber on the third floor.

"It looks very nice and comfortable," said Frank, looking about him with
satisfaction.

She left the room, and five minutes later our hero's modest trunk was
brought up and deposited in the room.

That evening Frank read to Mr. Wharton as usual.

When nine o'clock came he said: