I told him I couldn't give him a clerkship, but
was in want of a porter. I offered him the place at two dollars
per day. He drew back, and said he should not be willing to
accept a porter's place."
"He was very foolish," said Paul.
"So I thought. I told him that if such were his feelings, I
could not help him. Perhaps he may regret his refusal, when he
is reduced to his last penny. By the way, whenever you have to
give up your stand, you may come to me, and I will see what I can
do for you."
"Thank you, sir."
"And now, about these shirts; I believe I agreed to pay a dollar
and a quarter each."
"Yes, sir."
"As they are of extra size, I think I ought to pay twelve
shillings, instead of ten."
"My mother thinks herself well paid at ten shillings."
"There must be a great deal of work about one. Twelve shillings
are none too much," and Mr. Preston placed nine dollars in Paul's
hand.
"Thank you," said Paul, gratefully. "My mother will consider
herself very lucky."
When Mrs. Hoffman received from Paul a dollar and a half more
than she anticipated, she felt in unusually good spirits. She
had regretted the loss of her former poorly paid work, but it
appeared that her seeming misfortune had only prepared the way
for greater prosperity.
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