Yesterday I slept in a stable, but there isn't room for all my furniture there, so I must shift." "Would you like to have my room for a day or two ?" asked Tantaine, chuckling at the boy's jest.

"I have moved from there, but the attic is mine for another fortnight yet." "I'm gone; where is it ?" "You know well enough, in the Hotel de Perou, Rue de la Hachette.

Then I will send a line to the landlady;" and tearing a leaf from his pocketbook, he scrawled on it a few words, saying that young relative of his, M.Chupin, was to have his room.
This letter, together with his banknote, Toto carefully tied up in the corner of his neckerchief, and as he crossed the street the old man watched him for a moment, and then stood gazing at the workmen on the scaffolding.

Just then Gandelu and his son came out, and the contractor paused to give a few instructions.

For a few seconds Gaston and Chupin stood side by side, and a strange smile flitted across Tantaine's face as he noted this.