stock while I am waiting for dinner."

Paul took out his candy and envelopes, and set about making up the
packages.

"Did any complain of the small amount of candy you put in?"

"A few; but most bought for the sake of the prizes."

"Perhaps you had better be a little more liberal with your candy, and
then there may not be so much dissatisfaction where the prize is only a
penny."

"I don't know but your are right, mother. I believe I'll only make
thirty packages with this pound, instead of fifty. Thirty'll be all I
can sell this afternoon."

Just then the door opened, and Paul's brother entered.

Jimmy Hoffman, or lame Jimmy, as he was often called, was a
delicate-looking boy of ten, with a fair complexion and sweet face, but
incurably lame, a defect which, added to his delicate constitution,
was likely to interfere seriously with his success in life. But, as
frequently happens, Jimmy was all the more endeared to his mother
and brother by his misfortune and bodily weakness, and if either were
obliged to suffer from poverty, Jimmy would be spared the suffering.

"Well, Jimmy, have you had a pleasant walk?" asked his mother.

"Yes, mother; I went down to Fulton Market. There's a good deal to see