“Someone calling Mr. Lam?”
She laughed. “Oh, yes. This is the office of the Silk-wear Importation Company calling its president.”
“Indeed.”
“You have a letter and a telegram here.”
“Business is picking up,” I said.
“Isn’t it! Know what happened? Listen to this. We send out two form letters, one by air mail, and we get two replies back, one of them by wire.”
“That’s the way to write sales letters,” I said.
“It was on account of the excellent job of mimeographing,” she retorted.
“I’ll take your word for it and be right up.”
I took a cab up to the office. Ethel Wells seemed really glad to see me. “How’s everything this morning?” she asked.