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| ... same door as did her mother, proud at least of the mastery of the craft which had been so much admired. A club of necktie workers formerly meeting at Hull-House persistently resented any attempt on the part of their director to improve their minds. The president once said that ... |
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| ... the stand, and, having nothing else to do, determined to stop and speak to him. CHAPTER VII A NEW BUSINESS The proprietor of the necktie stand was a slender, dark-complexioned young man of about twenty-five, or thereabouts. His name was George Barry. Paul had known him for over ... |
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| ... young man glancing at his stock, and he observed that he paused irresolutely, as if half inclined to purchase." "Can't I sell you a necktie to-day?" asked Paul, promptly. "I know," said the other. "What do you charge?" "You can have your choice for twenty-five cents. That is ... |
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| ... not spoken, the young man would very probably have gone on without purchasing at all, or, at any rate, remained content with a single necktie. Paul's manner and timely word had increased his purchase sixfold. That is generally the difference between a poor salesman and one of the first class. ... |
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| ... he returned to supper, "have you found anything to do yet?" "I have got employment for a few days," said Paul. "to tend a necktie stand. The man that keeps it is sick." "How much does he pay you, Paul?" asked Jimmy. "Half the profits. How much do you think ... |
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| ... All right," said Jeff, whose full name was Jefferson. "We can wear them to dancing-school this afternoon." So the two boys bought a necktie, and this, in addition to previous sales, made six sold during the morning. "I hope I shall do as well as I did yesterday," thought ... |
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| ... Paul was surprised by seeing George Barry get out of a Broadway omnibus, just in front of the stand. "Can I sell you a necktie, Mr. Barry?" he asked, in a joke. "I almost feel like a stranger," said Barry, "so long since I have been here." "Do you feel ... |
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| ... in a piece of paper, and deposited it in his vest pocket. He waited till after dinner, and then went at once to the necktie stand, where he made the proposal to George Barry. The young man shook his head. "I'd like to oblige you, Paul," he said, "but I ... |
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| ... stand yourself, be you?" asked Jim, in surprise. "Yes." "Where'd you borrow the stamps?" "Of my mother," said Paul. "Can't I sell you a necktie this morning?" "Not much," said Jim, laughing at the joke. "I've got my trunks stuffed full of 'em at home, but I wear 'em only ... |
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| ... voice. Tim recognized in the speaker Paul Hoffman, whom some of my readers will remember as "Paul the Peddler." Paul was proprietor of a necktie stand below the Astor House, and was just returning home to supper. He was a brave and manly boy, and his sympathies were always in ... |
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| ... sitting." "Will you come?" asked Jimmy. "I will come some day." Meanwhile Mrs. Hoffman was preparing supper. Since Paul had become proprietor of the necktie stand, as described in the last volume, they were able to live with less regard to economy than before. So, when the table was spread, ... |
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