He accordingly walked to
Fourth avenue and got on board the car.
It was nearly eleven o'clock when he reached home. As it was
never his habit to stay out late, his mother had become alarmed
at his long absence.
"What kept you so late, Paul?" she asked.
"I'll tell you, pretty soon, mother. Here's the shirt that is to
serve as a pattern. Can you cut out the new shirts by it?"
Mrs. Hoffman examined it attentively.
"Yes," she said; "there will be no difficulty about that. Mr.
Preston must be a pretty large man."
"Yes, he is big enough for an alderman; but he is very kind and
considerate, and I like him. You shall judge for yourself when I
tell you what happened this evening."
It will not be necessary to tell Paul's adventure over again.
His mother listened with pardonable indignation against Mike
Donovan and his companion.
"I hope you won't have anything to do with that bad boy, Paul,"
she said.
"I shan't, if I can help it," said Paul. "I didn't want to speak
to him to-night, but I couldn't help myself. Oh, I forgot to
say, when half the shirts are ready, I am to take them to Mr.
Preston."
"I think I can make one a day."
"There is no need of working so steadily, mother.
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