"Then I will try to stifle my curiosity for a time."
"What is it, Paul? Whisper it to me," said Jimmy.
"You must wait, too," said Paul. "I believe you are more curious than mother."
They had not far to walk. When they reached the shop the sign told them nothing, for Paul had not yet had time to have his own put up. He had given the order to a sign-painter, but it would take time to fulfill it.
"I want to go in here a minute," he said.
"Shall we wait outside?" asked his mother.
"No; come in. I would like to have you see the shop."
The three entered. A young clerk, who had been in the employ of the former proprietor, and whom Paul had agreed to retain at the same wages, was behind the counter.
"Good-morning, Mr. Hoffman," he said.
"Have you sold anything this morning?" asked Paul.