ly accepting Paul's
simile.

"I'll draw you one after supper, Jimmy, and you can judge," answered
Paul.

"Your animals all look like cows, Paul," said his little brother.

"I see you are jealous of me," said Paul, with much indignation,
"because I draw better than you."

"After supper you can look at my last picture," said Jimmy. "It is
copied from _Harper's Weekly."_

"Pass it along now, Jimmy. I don't think it will spoil my appetite."

Jimmy handed it to his brother with a look of pardonable pride.

"Excellent, Jimmy. I couldn't do it better myself," said Paul. "You
are a little genius."

"I like drawing so much, Paul. I hope some time I can do something
else besides copy."

"No doubt you will. I am sure you will be a famous artist some day,
and make no end of money by your pictures."

"That's what I would like--to make money."

"Fie, Jimmy! I had no idea you were so fond of money."

"I would like to help mother just as you are doing, Paul. Do you think
I will ever earn as much as you do?"

"A great deal more, I hope, Jimmy. Not but what I am doing well,"
added Paul in a tone of satisfaction. "Did you know, mother, it is six
months to-day since I bought out the necktie stand?"

"Is it, Paul?" asked his mother with interest. "Have you succeeded as
well as you anticipated?"

"Better, mother. It was a good idea putting in a case of knives. They
help along my profits. Why, I sold four knives to-day, making on an
average twenty-five cents each."

"Did you? That is indeed worth while."

"It is more than I used to average for a whole day's earnings before I
went into this business."

"How many neckties did you sell, Paul?" asked Jimmy.

"I sold fourteen."

"How much profit did you make on each?"

"About fourteen cents. Can you tell how much that makes?"

"I could cipher it out on my slate."

"No matter; I'll tell you. It makes a dollar and ninety-six cents.
That added to the money I made on the knives amounts to two dollars
and ninety-six cents."

"Almost three dollars."

"Yes; sometimes I sell more neckties, but then I don't always sell as
many knives. However, I am satisfied."

"I have made two dozen neckties to-day, Paul," said his mother.

"I am afraid you did too much, mother."

"Oh, no. There isn't much work about a necktie."

"Then I owe you a dollar and twenty cents, mother."

"I don't think you ought to pay me five cents apiece, Paul."

"That's fair enough, mother. If I get