ABSTRACT
T 14 E heart of the Pavement shop was the counting-house. It was the elder Joseph'c private ollice, and he had made i t very cosy. IIe cnrertairietl his fricnds as well as doing birsiness there, and as long as Joceph could remember there had been comfortable chairs for 'filtllcr ancl his visitors'. A coffeeroasting apparatus was kept in the counting-house, and a teakettle could be boiled on it--cups of tea being apparently as tntlch a fcaturc of ofice life a I~undrecl years ago as they are now. There was also a big double tlrsk, shared by the elder Joseph and John, and above it shelves loaded with old bills ancl invoices. 'Tlirse shelves, rather c u r i o u ~ l ~ , were known as 'David I'riestman's Clotlles' because once a bundle of this young man's belongings had been left there for a very long time. 'Look in David I'riesilnan's Clothes' was a familiar cry in the counting-house when an out-of-date acldkess was wanted.
