There were two dozen papers. They cost fifteen cents a dozen, or thirty cents for the whole. At two cents each, they would come to forty-eight cents. This would leave David a profit of eighteen cents, and this would do very well for a start.
“What have you got there, boy?” said a gentleman.
“The Journal, sir. Two cents each,” replied David, taking one of the papers from under his arm.
“Give me one;” and the man handed him two cents.
“Thank you, sir.”
“I want one every day.”
“Very well, sir; I shall be glad to sell you one every day.”
“You may leave it at my house.”
He pointed out his house to David, and he told him he would leave one there every day.
The little merchant was cheered by this sale. It was a good start, and he felt sure that almost every man in the place would want a paper. Pretty soon he came to the grocery store, and he went in to follow up his good luck. There were six or seven men in the shop besides the keeper.