"Dan," he said, taking the lad's hand affectionately in his, "you are
a good boy, and I am glad that you are Joshua's friend. I will answer
your question and give you my advice, as you ask it. In any other case
than yours I think it would be begging; but I don't think it _would_
be in yours."
"Thank you, sir," said Dan gratefully.
"Mind, I think even in your case it would not be exactly what I should
approve of, if you had any other way of getting a living."
"You think as I do, sir; but I have tried, as you see, and I have not
succeeded."
"Try a little longer, Dan."
"How about next week's rent, sir?"
"You can pay it," replied George Marvel, "and many more weeks'
besides. I have a present for you in my pocket;" and he pulled out the
bag of money and put it on the table. "In this bag is twelve pounds
four shillings, which your friends--yours and your sisters'--have
clubbed together for you, and that is what brought me here to-night."
"O sir!" cried Dan, covering his face with his hands.
"This money has been got together because all of us round about here
love you. I sha'n't give it to you all at once. You shall have it so
much every week; and I should advise you--as you ask for my advice--to
continue training birds for sale and putting them in your window. Try
a little while longer. A customer may come at any minute. And one
customer is sure to bring another."
"How can I thank you and all the good people, sir?" said Dan, with a
full heart.
"Never mind that now," said George Marvel.
If he had known that it would have been so difficult and painful a
task, it is not unlikely he would have remitted it to his wife to
accomplish. Pretending to be in a great hurry, he rose to go, and,
pressing Dan's hand and kissing Ellen, went home to his wife and told
her of Dan's wonderful idea.
Ellen and Dan were very happy the next morning, and set about their
work cheerfully and hopefully. Dan wrote a new announcement concerning
the birds, and the windows were cleaned, and presented a regular
holiday appearance. In the midst of his work, Dan, looking up, saw a
face at the window that he recognized. It was that of a young man who
had been in the habit of looking in at the window nearly every day for
the last week, and of whom Dan had observed more than once, that he
looked like a customer.
"There he is again, Ellen," said Dan; "the same man. Why doesn't he
come in and ask the price of them?"
He had no sooner spoken the words than the man's face disappeared from
the window, and a knock came at the street-door.
"Run and open the door, Ellen. I shouldn't wonder if he has made up
his mind at last." Dan's heart beat loud with excitement. "How much
shall I ask for them?" he thought. "Oh, if he buys a couple of them,
how happy I shall be!"
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