“You are quite right there, and I am glad you have no false shame in the matter. There are plenty who have. For instance, a stout, broad-shouldered young fellow applied to me thus morning for a clerkship. He said he had come to the city in search of employment, and had nearly expended all his money without finding anything to do. I told him I couldn't give him a clerkship, but was in want of a porter. I offered him the place at two dollars per day. He drew back, and said he should not be willing to accept a porter's place.”
“He was very foolish,” said Paul.
“So I thought. I told him that if such were his feelings, I could not help him. Perhaps he may regret his refusal, when he is reduced to his last penny. By the way, whenever you have to give up your stand, you may come to me, and I will see what I can do for you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And now, about these shirts; I believe I agreed to pay a dollar and a quarter each.”
“Yes, sir.”
“As they are of extra size, I think I ought to pay twelve shillings, instead of ten.”
“My mother thinks herself well paid at ten shillings.”
“There must be a great deal of work about one. Twelve shillings are none too much,” and Mr. Preston placed nine dollars in Paul's hand.
“Thank you,” said Paul, gratefully. “My mother will consider herself very lucky.”