The boy proudly placed his hands in his pockets, and walked up and down among the goods.

After more than two hours, he came, watch in hand, to his father, exclaiming "Enough." "Two hours and a half," said old Sturm, nodding at Mr.Pix.

"Very well, child; come and nail up this chest; here is a new hammer for you; it cost tenpence." "It's not worth it," was the reply.

"You always pay too much." Such was Karl's education.
The day after Anton's arrival, Pix had introduced him to Sturm, and Anton had said, in a tone of respect, "this is my first experience of business; pray give me a hint whenever you can." "Every thing is to be learned in time," replied the giant; "yonder is my little boy, who has got on capitally in a year.

So your father was not a merchant ?" "My father was an accountant; he is dead," was the reply.
"I am sorry to hear it," said Sturm; "but you have still the comfort of a mother ?" "My mother, too, is dead." "Alas! alas!" cried the porter, compassionately.