"I'll give you twenty-five cents," said Teddy, "and that's all I will
give you."

"Then you've got to fight," said Mike, squaring off.

"Yes, you've got to fight!" chimed in Jim, who thought he saw a chance
for more money.

Teddy looked at his two enemies, each of whom was probably more than a
match for himself, and was not long in deciding that his best course was
to avoid a fight by running. Accordingly, he tucked all the money
into his pocket, and, turning incontinently, fled down Liberty street,
closely pursued by his late confederates. Paul came up just in time to
hear the termination of the dispute and watch the flight of his late
business rival.

"I guess Teddy won't go into the business again," he reflected. "I may
as well take my old stand."

Accordingly he once more installed himself on the post office steps, and
began to cry, "Prize packages. Only five cents!"

Having no competitor now to interfere with his trade, he met with fair
success, and by four o'clock was able to start for home with his empty
basket, having disposed of all his stock in trade.

His profits, though not so great as the day before, amounted to a
dollar.

"If I could only make a dollar every day," thought Paul, "I would be