He showed the picture, which was wonderfully like that in the book, for
this--the gift of drawing--was Jimmy's one talent, and he possessed it
in no common degree.

"Excellent, Jimmy!" said Paul. "You're a real genius. I shouldn't be
surprised if you'd make an artist some day."

"I wish I might," said Jimmy, earnestly. "There's nothing I'd like
better."

"I'll tell you what, Jimmy. If I do well this afternoon, I'll buy you a
drawing-book and some paper, to work on while mother and I are busy."

"If you can afford it, Paul, I should like it so much. Some time I might
earn something that way."

"Of course you may," said Paul, cheerfully. "I won't forget you."

Dinner over, Paul went out to business, and was again successful,
getting rid of his thirty packages, and clearing another dollar. Half of
this he invested in a drawing-book, a pencil and some drawing-paper for
Jimmy. Even then he had left of his earnings for the day one dollar and
eighty cents. But this success in the new business had already excited
envy and competition, as he was destined to find out on the morrow.



CHAPTER III

PAUL HAS COMPETITORS