Taking out the expenses, it leaves me a dollar and
thirty cents. Isn't that doing well for one morning's work?"
"It's excellent; but I thought your prizes amounted to more than ninety
cents."
"So they did, but several persons who bought wouldn't take their prizes,
and that was so much gain."
"You have done very well, Paul. I wish you might earn as much every
day."
"I'm going to earn some more this afternoon. I bought a pound of candy
on the way home, and some cheap envelopes, and I'll be making up a new
stock while I am waiting for dinner."
Paul took out his candy and envelopes, and set about making up the
packages.
"Did any complain of the small amount of candy you put in?"
"A few; but most bought for the sake of the prizes."
"Perhaps you had better be a little more liberal with your candy, and
then there may not be so much dissatisfaction where the prize is only a
penny."
"I don't know but your are right, mother. I believe I'll only make
thirty packages with this pound, instead of fifty. Thirty'll be all I
can sell this afternoon."
Just then the door opened, and Paul's brother entered.
Jimmy Hoffman, or lame Jimmy, as he was often called, was a
delicate-looking boy of ten, with a fair complexion and sweet face, but
incurably lame, a defect which, added to his delicate constitution,
was likely to interfere seriously with his success in life.
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