in the Old Kent Road.

It was a small house, but was clean and respectable, and Frank
found that the room would suit him well.

"I do not wait upon the lodgers," the landlady said, "except to
make the beds and tidy the rooms in the morning. So if you want
breakfast and tea at home you will have to get them yourself. There
is a separate place downstairs for your coals. There are some tea
things, plates and dishes, in this cupboard. You will want to buy
a small tea kettle, and a gridiron, and a frying pan, in case you
want a chop or a rasher. Do you think you can cook them yourself?"

"Frank, amused at the thought of cooking and catering for himself,
said boldly that he should soon learn.

"You are a very young gentleman," the landlady said, eyeing him
doubtfully, "to be setting up on your own hook. I mean," she said,
seeing Frank look puzzled, "setting up housekeeping on your own
account. You will have to be particular careful with the frying
pan, because if you were to upset the fat in the fire you might
have the house in a blaze in a jiffey."

Frank said that he would certainly be careful with the frying pan.

"Well," she went on, "as you're a stranger to the place I don't
know as you could do better than get your tea, and sugar, and things
at the grocer's at the next corner. I deals there myself, and he
gives every satisfaction. My baker will be round in a few minutes,
and, if you likes, I can take in your bread for you. The same with