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I did have sense enough , though , to tuck them under my coat as I passed by the store of the man I had sold . I did n't know , then , of the business jealousy -- which is folly , you know -- there is between merchants ; but I felt a little guilty just the same . The only thing I sold , however , was a dozen dog-skin gloves to the big clothing merchant on the corner . That night I took the two o'clock train out of town and had my first experience of sleeping in two beds in two towns in one night -- but this , in those days , was fun for me . `` Do you know , I had a bully good week ? I was out early that season , ahead of the bunch . By Saturday afternoon I had worked as far west as Wymore .