There's a gentleman up-town that wants a
dozen shirts made, and is willing to pay ten shillings apiece."
"Ten shillings! Why, that's a dollar and a quarter."
"Of course it is. I told him I thought you would accommodate him."
"You are sure I can get the work to do?"
"Certainly. I am to go up to his house this evening and get the pattern
and an order for the materials."
"It seems too good to be true," said his mother. "Why, I can earn at
least a dollar a day."
"Then you will be doing as well as I am."
"Tell me how you heard of it, Paul," said Mrs. Hoffman.
Paul told the story of the manner in which he formed Mr. Preston's
acquaintance.
"It's lucky you ran into him, Paul," said Jimmy.
"He didn't think so at the time," said Paul, laughing. "He said I nearly
knocked the breath out of him."
"You won't go out this afternoon, mother, will you?" asked Jimmy.
"No, it will not be necessary now; I didn't think this morning that such
a piece of good luck was in store for, me."
CHAPTER X
ANOTHER LOSS
After supper Paul brushed his clothes carefully and prepared to go to
the address given him by Mr. Preston. He decided to walk one way, not
wishing to incur the expenses of two railroad fares.
The distance was considerable, and it was nearly eight o'clock when he
arrived at his destination.
Paul found himself standing before a handsome house of brown stone.
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