“There's too many that'll go into it.”
Here Paul related his experience of the morning, explaining how it was that Teddy had managed to distance him in the competition.
“Can't you do the same, Paul?” asked Jimmy. “Mother's got a gold dollar she could lend you.”
“That might do,” said Paul; “but I don't know any boy I could trust to draw it except you, and some of them would know we were brothers.”
“I think, Paul, that would be dishonest,” said Mrs. Hoffman. “I would rather make less, if I were you, and do it honestly.”
“Maybe you're right, mother. I'll try it again this afternoon, keeping as far away from Teddy as I can. If I find I can't make it go, I'll try some other business.”
“Jimmy, have you shown Paul your drawing?” said his mother.
“Here it is, Paul,” said Jimmy, producing his drawing-book, from which he had copied a simple design of a rustic cottage.
“Why, that's capital, Jimmy,” said Paul, in real surprise. “I had no idea you would succeed so well.”
“Do you really think so, Paul?” asked the little boy, much pleased.