Then he could mend and make, if he could get the
orders.
They could soon make a business of 2 pounds a week in this way; she had a
friend who began like that and had now moved to a better shop, where she
made 5 or 6 pounds a week at least--and she, Ellen, had done the greater
part of the buying and selling herself.
Here was a new light indeed. It was as though he had got his 5000 pounds
back again all of a sudden, and perhaps ever so much more later on into
the bargain. Ellen seemed more than ever to be his good genius.
She went out and got a few rashers of bacon for his and her breakfast.
She cooked them much more nicely than he had been able to do, and laid
breakfast for him and made coffee, and some nice brown toast. Ernest had
been his own cook and housemaid for the last few days and had not given
himself satisfaction. Here he suddenly found himself with someone to
wait on him again. Not only had Ellen pointed out to him how he could
earn a living when no one except himself had known how to advise him, but
here she was so pretty and smiling, looking after even his comforts, and
restoring him practically in all respects that he much cared about to the
position which he had lost--or rather putting him in one that he already
liked much better.
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