"
"Look here," said Paul, indignantly, when his customer had gone
away; "haven't you anything to do except to drive off my
customers?"
"Give me two cents on every package," said Mike, "and I'll tell
'em you give dollar prizes."
"That would be a lie, and I don't want to do business that way."
Mike continued his persecutions a while longer, and then turned
the corner into Nassau street.
"I'm glad he's gone," thought Paul. "Now there's a chance for
me."
He managed after a while to sell twenty of his packages. By this
time it was twelve o'clock, and he began to feel hungry. He
resolved, therefore, to go home to dinner and come out again in
the afternoon. He didn't know how much he had made, but probably
about fifty cents. He had made more than double as much the day
before in less time; but then he did not suffer from competition.
He began to doubt whether he could long pursue this business,
since other competitors were likely to spring up.
As he walked by the post office he had the curiosity to look and
see how his competitor was getting along.
Teddy had started, originally, with seventy-five packages; but of
those scarcely a dozen were left. A group of boys were around
him.
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