It was very commendable, of course, to save his
money, but not at the expense of others, as Pliny too frequently did.
"I have moved you out of the spare room," said Mrs. Tarbox, when our
hero asked permission to retire, "and put you in the same room with
Pliny. I suppose you won't mind?"
"Just as you please, Mrs. Tarbox," said Frank, though he would have
preferred to have passed the night alone.
"Could you make it convenient to lend me two dollars?" asked Pliny, as
they went up to bed together.
"Not just now," answered Frank. "When I get something to do I shall not
need to be so careful of my money."
"One dollar would answer," persisted Pliny.
Without a word, Frank drew a dollar bill from his pocketbook and handed
it to Pliny.
"Now," he thought, "I shall not feel under any obligations to the
family."
"You're a good fellow, even if you are poor," said Pliny, in high good
humor.
Frank was tired, and it was not long before all his anxieties for future
were lost sight of in a sound and refreshing slumber.
CHAPTER XVIII
FRANK ARRIVES IN NEW YORK
The breakfast the next morning was very meager. It was no longer an
object to gratify Frank's palate, now that he turned out to be a poor
relation, and the family returned to their usual plain diet.
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