  How would that sound?” “I think I would leave the business part in your hands, Paul.” “I begin to feel like a wholesale merchant already,” said Paul. “Who knows but I may be one some day?” “Many successful men have begun as low down,” said his mother; “with energy and industry much may be accomplished.” “Do you think I'll ever be a wholesale painter?” asked Jimmy, whose small ears had drank in the conversation. “Better try for it, Jimmy,” said Paul. “I don't know exactly what a wholesale painter is, unless it's one who paints houses.” “I shouldn't like that,” said the little boy. “Then, Jimmy, you'd better be a retail painter.” “I guess I will,” said Jimmy, seriously. Note: Thus far we have accompanied Paul Hoffman in his career. He is considerably better off than when we met him peddling prize packages in front of the post office. But we have reason to believe that greater success awaits him. He will figure in the next two volumes of this series, more particularly in the second, to be called “Slow and Sure; or, From the Sidewalk to the Shop.” Before this appears, however, I propose to describe the adventures of a friend and protegee of Paul's—under the title of PHIL THE FIDDLER; OR, THE YOUNG STREET MUSICIAN.
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