I have a stout trunk down cellar which you shall have." "I will pay for it, sir." "Never mind that, Bobby; and you will want a small valise or carpet bag to carry your books from house to house.

I will lend you one." "You are very kind, sir; I did not mean to ask any favors of you except to trust me for the books until my return." "All right, Bobby." Mr.Bayard called the porter and ordered him to bring up the trunk, in which he directed Mr.Timmins to pack fifty "Wayfarers." "Now, how much will these books cost me apiece ?" asked Bobby.
"The retail price is one dollar; the wholesale price is one third off; and you shall have them at what they cost me." "Sixty-seven cents," added Bobby.

"That will give me a profit of thirty-three cents on each book." "Just so." "Perhaps Mr.Timmins will sell me one of those blank books now; for I like to have things down in black and white." "I will furnish you with something much better than that;" and Mr.Bayard left the counting room.
In a moment he returned with a handsome pocket memorandum book, which he presented to the little merchant.
"But I don't like to take it unless you will let me pay for it," said Bobby, hesitating.
"Never mind it, my young friend.

Now you can sit down at my desk and open your accounts.

I like to see boys methodical, and there is nothing like keeping accounts to make one accurate.