"I'll fix it to-morrow.

Tell me just how you did this." And his son told him.
At seven o'clock that evening Frank's mother heard about it, and in due time Uncle Seneca.
"What'd I tell you, Cowperwood ?" he asked.

"He has stuff in him, that youngster.

Look out for him." Mrs.Cowperwood looked at her boy curiously at dinner.

Was this the son she had nursed at her bosom not so very long before?
Surely he was developing rapidly.
"Well, Frank, I hope you can do that often," she said.
"I hope so, too, ma," was his rather noncommittal reply.
Auction sales were not to be discovered every day, however, and his home grocer was only open to one such transaction in a reasonable period of time, but from the very first young Cowperwood knew how to make money.
He took subscriptions for a boys' paper; handled the agency for the sale of a new kind of ice-skate, and once organized a band of neighborhood youths into a union for the purpose of purchasing their summer straw hats at wholesale.