Paul the Peddler, or the Fortunes of a Young Street Merchant by Horatio Alger
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considerably relieved in mind, though his head was throbbing, and he
felt decidedly sick. Arrived at home, his mother, who understood sickness, at once took measures to relieve him. "Don't mind the loss of a few days, George," she said, cheerfully; "we shall be able to get along very well." "It'll only be part loss, mother," he said. "I've got Paul Hoffman to take my place for half the profits." "Paul Hoffman! Do I know him?" "I don't think he has ever been here but I have known him for a year." "Can you trust him?" "Yes, I'm not at all afraid. He is a smart boy, and as honest as he is smart. I think he will sell nearly as much as I would." "That is an excellent arrangement. You needn't feel uneasy, then." "No, the business will go on right." "I should like to see your salesman." "You'll see him to-night, mother. He's coming round this evening to let me know how he's got along, and hand over the money he's taken." |
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