Mrs. Dart took him to see the large room behind the parlor—which she herself was occupying—as an example of the sort of room that he ought to try to get. And when they returned to Barney, they were already arranging the terms on which Babbing could rent that room from her, and the small bed-room behind it. It was exactly what he wanted. And would she mind if he put some of his own furniture into it, as soon as he could get it sent from Chicago? He liked to have his things about him. They had associations.
She understood that, she said. Her son was always at her to get rid of her old trash, as he called it, but she could not bear to part with it.
Barney swallowed a yawn.
They were having a very genial, chatty time together, though Babbing confessed that he was worried about Mrs. Andrews and his friendly obligation to deliver Wallbridge’s letter. It was at last decided that he should cross the street and present his introduction,
