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"You've not sold out the whole fifty packages?" she asked, in
surprise.
"Yes, I have. I had capital luck."
"Why, you must have made as much as a dollar, and it's not twelve
yet."
"I've made more than that, mother. Just wait a minute, till I've
reckoned up a little. Where's Jimmy?"
"Miss Beckwith offered to take him out to walk with her, so I let
him go. He'll be back at twelve."
While Paul is making a calculation, a few words of explanation
and description may be given, so that the reader may understand
better how he is situated.
The rooms occupied by Paul and his mother were three in number.
The largest one was about fourteen feet square, and was lighted
by two windows. It was covered with a neat, though well-worn,
carpet; a few cane-bottomed chairs were ranged at the windows,
and on each side of the table. There was a French clock on the
mantel, a rocking chair for his mother, and a few inexpensive
engravings hung upon the walls. There was a hanging bookcase
containing two shelves, filled with books, partly school books,
supplemented by a few miscellaneous books, such as "Robinson
Crusoe," "Pilgrim's Progress," a volume of "Poetical Selections,"
an odd volume of Scott, and several others.
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