“Yes, I sold all my papers, and thought I would take an early dinner, so as to be on hand in time for the first afternoon papers.”
“Don't you feel well?”
“Tiptop; but I've had a good offer, and I'm thinking whether I can accept it.”
“What sort of an offer?”
“George Barry wants to sell out his stand.”
“How much does he ask?”
“Thirty-five dollars.”
“Is it worth that?”
“Yes, it's worth all that, and more, too. If I had it I could make two dollars a day. But I haven't got thirty-five dollars.”
“I can let you have nine, Paul. I had a little saved up, and I haven't touched the money Mr. Preston paid me for the shirts.”