"Well, mother," he said, entering his humble home, "I am out of
business."
"Has George recovered, then?"
"Yes, he was at the stand to-day, but wanted me to stay with him till
this evening."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" said Jimmy.
"Sorry that George has got well? For shame, Jimmy!"
"No, I don't mean that, Paul. I am sorry you are out of work."
"I shall find plenty to do, Jimmy. Perhaps Mr. Stewart will take me in
as senior partner, if I ask him."
"I don't think he will," said Jimmy, laughing.
"Then perhaps I can get a few scholars in drawing. Can't you recommend
me?"
"I am afraid not, Paul, unless you have improved a good deal."
CHAPTER XIV
THE DIAMOND RING
Paul was up betimes the next morning. He had made up his mind for a
few days, at least, to sell newspapers, and it was necessary in this
business to begin the day early. He tool a dollar with him and invested
a part of it in a stock of dailies. He posted himself in Printing House
square, and began to look out for customers. Being an enterprising
boy, he was sure to meet with fair success in any business which he
undertook. So it happened that at ten o'clock he had sold out his stock
of papers, and realized a profit of fifty cents.
It was getting late for morning papers, and there was nothing left to do
till the issue of the first edition of the afternoon papers.
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