"But, little man, the store is steam-heated. I wonder if you could clean the snow off the walk."
"Yes, sir," Paul answered, quickly.
"Very well. I'll write your mama a note and explain our bargain."
When the note was written, Mr. Martin arose.
"Come, Paul, I will get the wrap," he said. At the counter he paused. "How large is your mother Paul?" he asked.
Paul glanced about him. "'Bout as large as her." he said, pointing toward a lady clerk.
"Miss Smith, please see if this fits you," requested Mr. Martin. Paul's eyes were shining.
Miss Smith put on the wrap and turned about for Paul to see it. "Do you like it?" she asked him.
"Yes, I do," he answered very emphatically.
The wrap was marked twelve dollars, but kind-hearted Mr. Martin said: "You may have it for five dollars, Paul. Take it to Pauline and have her take the price tag off," he added to Miss Smith. When she brought the bundle back to him, he put it in Paul's arms. "Take it to your mama, Paul. When the snow stops falling, come and sweep off the walk. I will pay you a dollar each time you clean it. We shall soon have enough to pay for the wrap."