Alger, Horatio | The Errand Boy

fifty dollars a month this is a very cheap house.“ ”You mean forty-five? Mr. Stone?“ said Mrs. Forbush. ”No, I don't,“ said the landlord. ”But that is what I have been paying this last year.“ ”That is true, but I ought to get fifty dollars, and if you won't pay it somebody else will.“ ”Mr. Stone,“ said the widow, in a troubled voice, ”I hope you will be considerate. It has been as much as I could do to get together forty-five dollars each month to pay you. Indeed, I can pay no more.“ ”Pardon me for saying that that is no affair of mine,“ said the landlord brusquely. ”If you can't pay the rent, by all means move into a smaller house. If you stay here you must be prepared to pay fifty dollars a month.“ ”I don't see how I can,“ answered the widow in dejection.