"
"You may be sure of that."
"I am sure. I know you are an honest boy, Paul. But I don't
know what to offer you."
"How many neckties do you sell a day?" asked Paul, in a
businesslike tone.
"About a dozen on an average."
"And how much profit do you make?"
"It's half profit."
Paul made a short calculation. Twelve neckties at twenty-five
cents each would bring three dollars. Half of this was a dollar
and a half.
"I'll take your place for half profits," he said.
"That's fair," said George Barry. "I'll accept your offer. Can
you begin now?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll go home and go to bed. It's the best place for me."
"You'd better. I'll come round after closing up, and hand over
the money."
"All right! You know where I live?"
"I'm not sure."
"No. -- Bleecker street."
"I'll come up this evening."
George Barry walked away, leaving Paul in charge of his business.
He did so with perfect confidence. Not every boy in Paul's
circumstances can be trusted, but he felt sure that Paul would do
the right thing by him.
I may as well say, in this connection, that George Barry had a
mother living. They occupied two rooms in a lodging-house in
Bleecker street, and lived very comfortably.
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