Nelson tugged at his pocket. He pulled out a white, fluttering sheet of paper.
“Frank, Frank,” his excited tones rang out after the vanishing train—“I’ve got my letter at last!”
[CHAPTER XVI]
“FRANK’S MAIL ORDER HOUSE”
“Gentlemen, you embarrass me.”
“Hear! hear!”
“I may say, I am overwhelmed—overpowered—”
“Good! Get over it, and give us a speech.”
“No, a toast first. ‘Frank’s Mail Order House.’ Stet, fill up the sparking glasses once more.”