Donovan,
good-humoredly. "Just like my Pat; he run into the room
yesterday sayin', 'Mother, there's great news. Barnum's fat
woman is dead, and he's comin' afther you this afternoon. He'll
pay you ten dollars a week and board.' 'Whist, ye spalpeen!' said
I; 'is it makin' fun of your poor mother, ye are?' but I couldn't
help laughing at the impertinence of the boy. But I must be
goin'."
"Thank you for your kind offer, Mrs. Donovan. Jimmy shall go to
your room for the sewing."
"There's no hurry about that," said Mrs. Donovan. "I'll jist
bring it in meself when it's ready."
"She is very kind," said Mrs. Hoffman, when Bridget Donovan had
gone. "I shall be glad to have her wash. I am apt to feel weak
after it. What are you going to do this afternoon, Paul?"
"I'll try to sell out the rest of my stock of packages. Perhaps
I shan't succeed, but I'll do my best. Shall you have another
picture to show me when I come back tonight, Jimmy?"
"Yes, Paul; I love to draw. I'm going to try this castle."
"It's rather hard, isn't it?"
"I can do it," said Jimmy, confidently.
Paul left the room with his basket on his arm.
He was drawn by curiosity to the spot where he had met with his
first success, as well as his first failure--the front of the
post office.
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