“No. —— Madison avenue, between Thirty-fourth and Thirty-fifth streets. My name is Preston. Can you remember it?”
“Yes, sir; but I will put it down to make sure.”
“Well, good-morning.”
“Good-morning, sir. I suppose you don't want a tie this morning?”
“I don't think you keep the kind I am accustomed to wear,” said Mr. Preston, smiling. “I stick to the old fashions, and wear a stock.”
The old gentleman had scarcely gone, when two boys of twelve or thirteen paused before the stand.
“That's a bully tie, Jeff!” said George, the elder of the two. “I have a good mind to buy it.”
“It won't cost much,” said Jeff. “Only twenty-five cents. But I like that one better.”
“If you buy one, I will.”
“All right,” said Jeff, whose full name was Jefferson. “We can wear them to dancing-school this afternoon.”