“I'll go down and see how George Barry is getting along,” thought Paul.
He crossed Broadway and soon reached the familiar stand.
“How's business, George?” he inquired.
“Fair,” said Barry. “I've sold four ties.”
“How do you feel?”
“I'm not so strong as I was, yet. I get tired more easily. I don't think I shall stay in this business long.”
“You don't? What will you do then?”
“I've got a chance in Philadelphia, or I shall have by the first of the month.”
“What sort of a chance?”
“Mother got a letter yesterday from a cousin of hers who has a store on Chestnut street. He offers to take me as a clerk, and give me ten dollars a week at first, and more after a while.”