"All right! You know where I live?"

"I'm not sure."

"No. -- Bleecker street."

"I'll come up this evening."

George Barry walked away, leaving Paul in charge of his business.

He did so with perfect confidence. Not every boy in Paul's circumstances
can be trusted, but he felt sure that Paul would do the right thing by
him.

I may as well say, in this connection, that George Barry had a mother
living. They occupied two rooms in a lodging-house in Bleecker street,
and lived very comfortably. Mrs. Barry had an allowance of two hundred
dollars a year from a relation. This, with what she earned by sewing,
and her son by his stand, supported them very comfortably, especially
as they provided and cooked their own food, which was, of course, much
cheaper than boarding. Still, the loss of the young man's earnings, even
for a short time, would have been felt, though they had a reserve of
a hundred dollars in a savings bank, from which they might draw if
necessary. But George did not like to do this. The arrangement which he
made with Paul was a satisfactory one, for with half his usual earnings
they would still be able to keep out of debt, and not be compelled to
draw upon the fund in the bank. Of course, something depended on Paul's
success as a salesman, but he would not be likely to fall much below
the average amount of sales. So, on the whole, George Barry went home