"It must have
been dull work staying at home sick."
"Yes, it was dull; but I felt more comfortable from knowing that
you were taking my place. If I get sick again I will send for
you."
"I hope you won't get sick; but if you do, I will do what I can
to help you."
So the two parted on the best of terms. Each had been of service
to the other, and neither had cause to complain.
"Well," said Paul to himself, "I am out of work again. What
shall I go at next?"
It was six o'clock, and there was nothing to be done till the
morrow. He went slowly homeward, revolving this subject in his
mind. He knew that he need not remain idle. He could black
boots, or sell newspapers, if nothing better offered, and he
thought it quite possible that he might adopt the latter
business, for a few days at least. He had not forgotten Mr.
Preston's injunction to let him know when he got out of business;
but, as the second half dozen shirts would be ready in three or
four days, he preferred to wait till then, and not make a special
call on Mr Preston. He had considerable independence of feeling,
and didn't like to put himself in the position of one asking a
favor, though he had no objection to accept one voluntarily
offered.
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