"I'll pay a day in advance." A freckle-faced boy was summoned, provided with the key of No.

161, and Joe was directed to follow him.
"Shall I take your bundle ?" he asked.
"No, thank you.

I can carry it myself." They went up-stairs, until Joe wondered when they were going to stop.
Finally the boy paused at the top floor, for the very good reason that he could get no higher, and opened the door of 161.
"There you are," said the boy.

"Is there anything else you want ?" "No, thank you." "I'm sorry there ain't a bureau to keep your clothes," said the freckle-faced boy, glancing at Joe's small bundle with a smile.
"It is inconvenient," answered Joe, taking the joke.
"You wouldn't like some hot water for shaving, would you ?" asked the boy, with a grin.
"You can have some put on to heat and I'll order it when my beard is grown," said Joe good-naturedly.
"All right.

I'll tell 'em to be sure and have it ready in two or three years." "That will be soon enough.