When shall I come for the cloth?"
"You may come to my house this evening, and I will give you a pattern,
and an order for the materials on a dry goods dealer in Broadway."
"Where do you live, sir?"
"No. ---- Madison avenue, between Thirty-fourth and Thirty-fifth
streets. My name is Preston. Can you remember it?"
"Yes, sir; but I will put it down to make sure."
"Well, good-morning."
"Good-morning, sir. I suppose you don't want a tie this morning?"
"I don't think you keep the kind I am accustomed to wear," said Mr.
Preston, smiling. "I stick to the old fashions, and wear a stock."
The old gentleman had scarcely gone, when two boys of twelve or thirteen
paused before the stand.
"That's a bully tie, Jeff!" said George, the elder of the two. "I have a
good mind to buy it."
"It won't cost much," said Jeff. "Only twenty-five cents. But I like
that one better."
"If you buy one, I will."
"All right," said Jeff, whose full name was Jefferson. "We can wear them
to dancing-school this afternoon."
So the two boys bought a necktie, and this, in addition to previous
sales, made six sold during the morning.
"I hope I shall do as well as I did yesterday," thought Paul. "If I
can make nine shillings every day I won't complain. It is better than
selling prize-packages."
Paul seemed likely to obtain his wish, since at twelve o'clock, when he
returned home to dinner, he had sold ten ties, making rather more than
half of the previous day's sales.
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