“Course we couldn’t sell all of ’em—even if the p-price was low. But we could sell most—if we let folks know about it. Ought to sell two thousand of those cans.”
“Ought to,” says I, “but it’d be better to turn some f-folks away than to have a couple of hundred cans left on hand.”
“Um!... Well, say ten g-gross. That’s fourteen hundred and forty. How about that?”
“Sounds safe to me,” I says, and Tallow and Binney agreed.
“Then we’ll wire for a price on that m-many,” says Mark, and he turns and makes out the message.
Wire best price ten gross quart Mason jars for sale.
Smalley’s Bazar.
We sent off the message, but the answer didn’t come till next morning. It said:
Can quote special price three ninety-five per gross delivered.
Spillane & Company.