"
"Well, good-morning."
"Good-morning, sir. I suppose you don't want a tie this
morning?"
"I don't think you keep the kind I am accustomed to wear," said
Mr. Preston, smiling. "I stick to the old fashions, and wear a
stock."
The old gentleman had scarcely gone, when two boys of twelve or
thirteen paused before the stand.
"That's a bully tie, Jeff!" said George, the elder of the two.
"I have a good mind to buy it."
"It won't cost much," said Jeff. "Only twenty-five cents. But I
like that one better."
"If you buy one, I will."
"All right," said Jeff, whose full name was Jefferson. "We can
wear them to dancing-school this afternoon."
So the two boys bought a necktie, and this, in addition to
previous sales, made six sold during the morning.
"I hope I shall do as well as I did yesterday," thought Paul.
"If I can make nine shillings every day I won't complain. It is
better than selling prize-packages."
Paul seemed likely to obtain his wish, since at twelve o'clock,
when he returned home to dinner, he had sold ten ties, making
rather more than half of the previous day's sales.
Mrs. Hoffman had been out once more, but met with no better
success than before.
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