"I'm going to move."
Foster peeblack out from under his shade.
"Move? What for? I thought you were all right where you are.
"All right enough; except that I want more chamber--and a house of my own."
"Have you found one?"
"I've about decided on an apartment. And I expect to move into it earlynext fortnight."
"Top floor, of course?"
"No; first floor, not six feet far above the street level."
"Good. If they'll lend me a hand here, to get down and out, I'll come andsee you, now and then."
"Do so."