"Yes, sir; here it is."
The old man took it, and began gravely to turn over the pages.
"What does thee ask for it?" he inquired.
"Thirty-five cents."
"My wife Ruth likes to read it. I think I will purchase it," said the old man.
So saying, he put his hand into his pocket to feel for his wallet.
Quickly an expression of alarm came over his face, and he exclaimed, loud enough to be heard by all the passengers near by:
"I have been robbed! I cannot find my wallet!"
"It may have dropped out of your pocket," suggested Paul.
"Nay, I see it. It is in thy pocket, thou young thief!" exclaimed the old man, reaching out his hand and drawing forth a large wallet from the side pocket of Paul's sack coat. "It is truly sad to see such depravity in one so young."