"Yes; we will go there in the first place. We may as well get matters settled as soon as possible. Of course, you won't have to go to work immediately. You can take a little time to see the city—say till next Monday."
"Thank, you, sir. I should prefer that."
"We get out here," said Mr. Kenyon after a while.
They were on the Third Avenue line of cars, and it was to a shop on the Bowery that Mr. Kenyon directed his steps. It was by no means a large shop, but the windows were full of articles, labelled with cheap prices, and some even were displayed on the sidewalk. This is a very common practice with shops on the Bowery and Third Avenue, as visitors to New York need not be reminded. On a sign-board over the door the name of the proprietor was conspicuously displayed thus:
EZEKIEL BOND,
Cheap Furnishing Store.
"This is the place, Oliver," said Mr. Kenyon. "Ezekiel Bond is my nephew."
"It seems rather small," commented Oliver, feeling a little disappointed.
"You mustn't judge of the amount of business done by the size of the shop. My nephew's plan is to avoid a large rent, and to replenish his stock frequently. He is a very shrewd and successful man of business. He understands how to manage. The great thing is to make money, Oliver, and Ezekiel knows how to do it. There are many men with large stores, heavy stocks, and great expenses who scarcely make both ends meet. Now, my nephew cleared ten thousand dollars last year. What do you say to that?"
"I shouldn't think it possible to have such a large trade in such a small place," answered Oliver, surprised.