"
"I'm going to earn some more this afternoon. I bought a pound of
candy on the way home, and some cheap envelopes, and I'll be
making up a new stock while I am waiting for dinner."
Paul took out his candy and envelopes, and set about making up
the packages.
"Did any complain of the small amount of candy you put in?"
"A few; but most bought for the sake of the prizes."
"Perhaps you had better be a little more liberal with your candy,
and then there may not be so much dissatisfaction where the prize
is only a penny."
"I don't know but your are right, mother. I believe I'll only
make thirty packages with this pound, instead of fifty.
Thirty'll be all I can sell this afternoon."
Just then the door opened, and Paul's brother entered.
Jimmy Hoffman, or lame Jimmy, as he was often called, was a
delicate-looking boy of ten, with a fair complexion and sweet
face, but incurably lame, a defect which, added to his delicate
constitution, was likely to interfere seriously with his success
in life. But, as frequently happens, Jimmy was all the more
endeared to his mother and brother by his misfortune and bodily
weakness, and if either were obliged to suffer from poverty,
Jimmy would be spared the suffering.
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