"Yes; but I had some difficulty about it. Do you think, she was mean enough to try to turn me off with a dollar."
"A dollar for four days' work! How can the rich be so inconsiderate?" sighed Mrs. Palmer.
"Inconsiderate!" exclaimed Paul, indignantly. "That isn't the word—it's downright meanness."
"Wouldn't she pay you the dollar and a half?"
"Yes; I insisted on it. I gave her a piece of my mind."
"I hope you didn't make her angry, Paul. She won't give me any more work."
"No, she won't; but you mustn't mind that. I'll find some one that will pay you better. Here is the money, mother."
The widow took the three half-dollars which were handed her, with a sigh. In spite of Paul's confident assurance, she felt disappointed at having lost Miss Framley's custom. She was not so hopeful as she had been at Paul's age, having met with her share of the world's rebuffs.
"You haven't told me what you've got in that bundle, Paul," said Grace, returning to the charge.
"I'll show you, Miss Curiosity," said Paul, and proceeded to open it.