“Buy the Journal, sir? Only two cents. Got all the news in it,” said David, showing the paper to the storekeeper.
“Is that you, David?” asked the man.
“Yes, sir; don’t you want a paper?”
“I do; I am very glad to get one;” and the man handed him two cents, and took a Journal.
“Thank you, sir,” said David, for his mother had told him he must be polite to all with whom he had dealings.
“You have gone into business—have you, David?” added the man, with a smile.
“Yes, sir; I am trying to do something to help my mother.”
“That’s a good boy. You will find plenty of people to buy your papers, for they all want them.”
David sold five papers in the store, and with a light heart he ran over to the great shoe shop on the other side of the road. A great many men were at work there, and when the little merchant told them he was selling papers to help his mother, nearly every one of them bought a paper, and he had only six left when he went out of the shop.
Five of these were sold in a short time, and he had only one left. He felt sure that Flora Lee’s father would want one, and he saved this one for him. He found Flora in the garden playing with the great dog, and he told her what he had been doing. She felt a deep interest in the little hero, and when he had told his story, she led him to her father. Mr. Lee took his last paper, and wished him to bring him one every day.