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Aunt Jane's Nieces

"Bah! a pipe," said Patsy. "And Bull Durham is only five cents a bag,

and a bag ought to last a week. And every Saturday night, sir, you

shall have a cigar after dinner, with the Major. It's it our regular


"Thank you, Patsy," said Uncle John, meekly, and gathered up his

forty-two cents.

"You've now a home, and a manager, sir, with money in the bank of

Patsy & Company, Limited," announced the Major. "You ought to be very

contented, sir."

"I am," replied Uncle John.



When Patsy and the Major had both departed for work on Monday morning

Uncle John boarded a car and rode downtown also. He might have

accompanied them part of the way, but feared Patsey might think him

extravagant if she found him so soon breaking into the working fund of

forty-two cents, which she charged him to be careful of.

He seemed to be in no hurry, for it was early yet, and few of the

lower Broadway establishments were open. To pass the time he turned

into a small restaurant and had coffee and a plate of cakes, in spite

of the fact that Patsy had so recently prepared coffee over the

sheet-iron stove and brought some hot buns from a near-by bakery. He

was not especially hungry; but in sipping the coffee and nibbling the

cakes he passed the best part of an hour.

He smiled when he paid out twenty-five cents of his slender store for

the refreshment. With five cents for car-fare he had now but twelve

cents left of the forty-two Patsy had given him! Talk about the

Major's extravagance: it could not be compared to Uncle John's.

Another hour was spent in looking in at the shop windows. Then,

suddenly noting the time. Uncle John started down the street at a

swinging pace, and presently paused before a building upon which was

a sign, reading: "Isham, Marvin & Co., Bankers and Brokers." A

prosperous looking place, it seemed, with a host of clerks busily

working in the various departments. Uncle John walked in, although the

uniformed official at the door eyed him suspiciously.

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