“It’s fair enough for you, perhaps, but it doesn’t make much of a hit with us,” laughed Bob. “Don’t take any notice of him, Jimmy. Just take your knife and break that chocolate up into lumps, and let’s find out what it tastes like.”
“You’d better wait a few minutes and sample this, Mr. Brandon,” said Jimmy, doing as Bob 116 directed. “I’ll guarantee that it’s the best to be gotten in Clintonia, anyway. I’ve shopped around this town looking for your brand of chocolate until I’m an expert in that line.”
The chocolate disappeared as if by magic, and Frank Brandon rose once more to go.
“I’m really going this time,” he laughed. “It won’t make any difference if you bring out a dozen packages, Jimmy.”
“I only wish I had ’em to bring out,” sighed that individual.
“I wish you had, too,” said Herb. “Why didn’t you get some more while you were about it, Doughnuts?”
“You fellows are certainly hard to please,” laughed Brandon. “But I must go now. I hope you’ll all drop into the hotel when you get a chance, and we’ll smooth out some more radio kinks. I have some good books in my trunk, too, that might be of some help.”
“We’ll be glad to come,” said Bob, heartily. “We’ll all drop in some evening around the first of the week, shan’t we, fellows?”
Of course, they all agreed to this, and then Brandon took his leave, accompanied by Joe and Herb and Jimmy as far as their respective homes.
The next day the radio boys were eager to tell Larry about the conversation they had had with Frank Brandon concerning him, and the bright 117 prospects the radio man had held out for his successful employment. They could hardly wait for three o’clock to come, and the bell had hardly rung when they were all out in the street ready to make a quick trip to the hospital.