She drew out a purse, through the meshes of which gleamed not only silver but gold, and put half a dollar into Paul's hand.
He was about to return her fifteen cents in change, when she said, pleasantly:
"Never mind. Keep the change for yourself."
"Thank you," answered Paul, politely. "I should be glad of many customers like yourself."
"Have you parents living?" asked the young lady.
"My mother is living, but my father died two years since."
"And I suppose you help your mother with your earnings?"
"Yes, miss, I give them all to her."
"I was sure you were a good boy," said the young lady, with a charming smile. "Tell me, now, do you earn good wages by selling papers and magazines on the train?"
"Yes, miss, more than I could get in a store or office. Last week I made eight dollars. Some lucky weeks I have made as much as eleven."