CHAPTER XXVII.
GABRIEL AT HOME.
During all this time Gabriel Bennet is becoming a merchant.

Every morning he arrives at the store with the porter or before him.

He helps him sweep and dust; and it is Gabriel who puts Lawrence Newt's room in order, laying the papers in place, and taking care of the thousand nameless details that make up comfort.

He reads the newspapers before the other clerks arrive, and sits upon chests of tea or bales of matting in the loft, that fill the air with strange, spicy, Oriental odors, and talks with the porter.

In the long, warm afternoons, too, when there is no pressure of business, and the heat is overpowering, he sits also alone among those odors, and his mind is busy with all kinds of speculations, and dreams, and hopes.
As he walks up Broadway toward evening, his clear, sweet eyes see every thing that floats by.