“All right, then,” said Mr. Adams briskly. “Get right at it, Mayer. Have it done—when do you want it, boys?”
“Whenever it’s convenient, sir. There’s no——”
“This is Saturday. Get it done by Wednesday, Mayer. See that you get a good dull enamel on it, like the walls. Make a good, finished job.”
The boss-carpenter nodded. Then: “How about the light, sir?” he inquired.
“Light? That’s so. Ought to be one back of the counter. See Purley and Ferris about that and tell them to put up a small dome light, same design as the others here. That’s all, I guess.”
A moment later he was being shot upwards in an elevator, Mr. Mayer was silently measuring with a pocket rule, and Joe and Jack, their lease in Joe’s pocket, sought the sidewalk. Outside, Jack capered gleefully. “Nearly a month’s rent free, Joey,” he exclaimed, “and we don’t have to pay for building the stand! He’s a brick, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” agreed Joe. “I’m wondering——”
“What?” demanded the other impatiently.
“Well, we won’t need so much money as we thought, you see. I guess we can get started on about half of it.”
“We’ll buy more stock!”