"Is that Paul Hoffman, mother?" was heard from the bedroom.
"Yes," said Paul, answering for himself.
"Go in, if you like," said Mrs. Barry. "My son wishes to see
you.
"How do you feel now, George?" asked Paul.
"Not very well, Paul. I didn't give up a minute too soon. I
think I am going to have a fever."
"That is not comfortable," said Paul. "Still, you have your
mother to take care of you."
"I don't know how I should get along without her. Can you look
after my business as long as I am sick?"
"Yes; I have nothing else to do."
"Then that is off my mind. By the way, how many ties did you
sell this afternoon?"
"Fifteen."
"What!" demanded Barry, in surprise. "You sold fifteen?"
"Yes."
"Why, I never sold so many as that in an afternoon."
"Didn't you?" said Paul, gratified. "Then you think I did
well?"
"Splendidly. How did you do it?"
"You see, there was a young man from the country that I persuaded
to buy six, as he could not get them so cheap at home. That was
my first sale, and it encouraged me."
"I didn't think you'd sell more than six in the whole afternoon."
"Nor did I, when I started; but I determined to do my best. I
don't expect to do as well every day.
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