Five more packages were bought, and the
contents eagerly inspected; but no other large prize appeared.
Two cents was the maximum prize drawn. Their curiosity being
satisfied, the crowd dispersed; but it was not long before
another gathered. In fact, Paul had shown excellent judgment in
selecting the front of the post office as his place of business.
Hundreds passed in and out every hour, besides those who passed
by on a different destination. Thus many ears caught the young
peddler's cry--"Prize packages! Only five cents apiece!"--and
made a purchase; most from curiosity, but some few attracted by
the businesslike bearing of the young merchant, and willing to
encourage him in his efforts to make a living. These last, as
well as some of the former class, declined to accept the prizes,
so that these were so much gain to Paul.
At length but one package remained, and this Paul was some time
getting rid of. At last a gentleman came up, holding a little
boy of seven by the hand.
"Oh, buy me the package, papa?" he said, drawing his father's
attention.
"What is there in it, boy?" asked the gentleman.
"Candy," was the answer.
Alfred, for this was the little boy's name, renewed his
entreaties, having, like most boys, a taste for candy.
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