"It will be mail-time before you are done," she said presently; for silence was less pleasant than his rattle.
Charlie took the hint, and dashed off several notes in his best manner. Coming to the business-letter, he glanced at it, and asked, with a puzzled expression,—
"What is all this? Cost of repairs, &c., from a man named Buffum?"
"Never mind that: I'll see to it by and by."
"But I do mind, for I'm interested in all your affairs; and, though you think I've no head for business, you'll find I have, if you'll try me."
"This is only about my two old houses in the city, which are being repaired and altered so that the rooms can be let singly."
"Going to make tenement-houses of them? Well, that's not a bad idea: such places pay well, I've heard."
"That is just what I'm not going to do. I wouldn't have a tenement-house on my conscience for a million of dollars,—not as they are now," said Rose, decidedly.
"Why, what do you know about it, except that poor people live in them, and the owners turn a penny on the rents?"
"I know a good deal about them; for I've seen many such, both here and abroad. It was not all pleasure with us, I assure you. Uncle was interested in hospitals and prisons, and I sometimes went with him: but they made me sad; so he suggested other
