"I shan't, if I can help it," said Paul. "I didn't want to speak to him
to-night, but I couldn't help myself. Oh, I forgot to say, when half the
shirts are ready, I am to take them to Mr. Preston."
"I think I can make one a day."
"There is no need of working so steadily, mother. You will be well paid,
you know."
"That is true; and for that reason I shall work more cheerfully. I wish
I could get paid as well for all my work."
"Perhaps Mr. Preston will recommend you to his friends, and you can get
more work that way."
"I wish I could."
"I will mention it to him, when I carry back the last half dozen."
"Is he going to send the cloth?"
"I nearly forgot that, too. I have an order on Barclay & Co. for the
necessary amount of cloth. I can go up there to-morrow morning and get
it."
"That will take you from your work, Paul."
"Well, I can close up for a couple of hours."
"I don't think that will be necessary. I will go up myself and present
the order, and get them to send it home for me."
"Will they do that?"
"It is their custom. Or, if the bundle isn't too large. I can bring it
home myself in the car."
"That's all right, then. And now, mother, as it's past eleven o'clock, I
think we may as well both go to bed."
The next day Paul went as usual to his business, and Mrs. Hoffman, after
clearing away the breakfast, put on her bonnet and shawl, and prepared
to go for the materials for the shirts.
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