On the following morning, bright and early, Ralph started out to distribute Mr. Dunham's circulars. He carried the bulk of them in a canvas bag over his shoulder, and took his lunch with him, in case he was not near home during the noon hour.
After leaving a circular at each of a dozen cottages, he came to the stores.
"Hallo, in a new business, eh?" remarked Uriah Dicks as he placed one of the bills on the latter's front counter.
"Yes, sir."
"I guess that don't pay much," sniffed Uriah.
"It pays better than nothing," laughed Ralph.
"You might better have come here to work for me."
"That is a matter of opinion, Mr. Dicks."
"No, it hain't; it's the truth," grumbled the storekeeper. "How long is that makeshift job goin' to last?"
"A week."