“How much was your loss, Paul?” asked his mother.
“There were nearly forty packages. They cost me about a dollar, but if I had sold them all they would have brought me in twice as much. I had only sold ten packages.”
“Shall you make some more?”
“No, I think not,” said Paul. “I've got tired of the business. It's getting poorer every day. I'll go out after dinner, and see if I can't find something else to do.”
“You ain't going out now, Paul?” said Jimmy.
“No, I'll stop and see you draw a little while.”
“That's bully. I'm going to try these oxen.”
“That's a hard picture. I don't think you can draw it, Jimmy.”
“Yes, I can,” said the little boy, confidently. “Just see if I don't.”
“Jimmy has improved a good deal,” said his mother.