“All the money which has been taken this morning is in the drawer, and unless there is something more you want to say to me I will go, as I made an engagement down town for ten o’clock.”
“I don’t think there is anything more to be said,” replied Mr. Weston; “of course you will come in whenever you are passing this way to see how matters are going?”
“Oh yes,” and the man started towards the door; “I’ll see that everything goes on smoothly, although I have no doubt but that the new proprietors will get along all right. The goods are all marked at the selling price, and there can hardly be any mistake made.”
Then the man went out, and they were left alone in the store, which, to say the least, seemed a very strange proceeding to Ben and Johnny.
“Well, boys, what do you think of the store?” asked Mr. Weston; and as they hardly knew what reply to make, he added, “I hope you will like it, for I think you can make considerable money here.”
“We make money here?” asked Ben, in surprise.
“Yes, for it all belongs to you. I bought the stock in your name, with myself as trustee, since minors can’t hold property, and the rent is paid for one year. You must be careful to keep the stock well up with good, seasonable articles, and if you work hard there is no reason why you should not have a good-sized bank account by the end of the year.”
BEN AND JOHNNY ALONE IN THE NEW STORE.