"No, it will not do. I shall be satisfied with a dollar and a half."
"Very well, mother. Of course it is for you to decide."
Paul finished his supper, and, taking the bundle, made his way—partly by walking, partly by riding—to Wabash avenue.
The houses on this avenue were handsome, and looked like the abodes of luxury.
"I wish mother could live here," said Paul to himself. "It makes me discontented with our poor home, after seeing so much elegance."
At last he reached the house of Mr. Framley, whose daughter has already made her appearance in our story as the economical patron of art.
Paul ascended the steps and rang the bell.
The summons was answered by a man-servant, who surveyed Paul with an air of lofty superiority.
"Well, young feller," he said, "what have you got there?"
"A bundle of work for Miss Framley, old feller!" answered Paul.