"Well, mother," he said, entering his humble home, "I am out of
business."
"Has George recovered, then?"
"Yes, he was at the stand to-day, but wanted me to stay with him
till this evening."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" said Jimmy.
"Sorry that George has got well? For shame, Jimmy!"
"No, I don't mean that, Paul. I am sorry you are out of work."
"I shall find plenty to do, Jimmy. Perhaps Mr. Stewart will take
me in as senior partner, if I ask him."
"I don't think he will," said Jimmy, laughing.
"Then perhaps I can get a few scholars in drawing. Can't you
recommend me?"
"I am afraid not, Paul, unless you have improved a good deal."
CHAPTER XIV
THE DIAMOND RING
Paul was up betimes the next morning. He had made up his mind
for a few days, at least, to sell newspapers, and it was
necessary in this business to begin the day early. He tool a
dollar with him and invested a part of it in a stock of dailies.
He posted himself in Printing House square, and began to look out
for customers. Being an enterprising boy, he was sure to meet
with fair success in any business which he undertook. So it
happened that at ten o'clock he had sold out his stock of papers,
and realized a profit of fifty cents.
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