"No reason in the world. A good sensible thing to do, I should say.
Didn't anybody advise you where to go?"

"Why should we need advice?" Again it was Stephen who replied. "We
aren't kids. We're old enough to decide some things for ourselves, I
should think."

"Yes. Sartin. That's right. But I didn't know but p'raps some of your
friends might have helped along. This Mrs. Dunn now, she kind of hinted
to me that she'd--well, done what she could to make you comf'table."

"She has," avowed Caroline, warmly. "Mrs. Dunn and Malcolm have proved
their friendship in a thousand ways. We never can repay them, Stephen
and I, never!"

"No. There's some things you can't ever pay, I know that. Mrs. Dunn
found this nice place for you, did she?"

"Why, yes. She and I found it together."

"So? That was lucky, wa'n't it? Advertised in the newspaper, was it; or
was there a 'To Let' placard up in the window?"

"No, certainly not. Mrs. Dunn knew that we had decided to move, and she
has a cousin who is interested in New York property. She asked him, and
he mentioned this apartment."

"One of his own, was it?"