“Selling her?”
“Imaginary bonds, you know.”
Farnsworth threw back his head and laughed.
“Good! Good! But the true test will come when you try to sell her a real one. I’ll bet it will have to be gilt-edged.”
“And cheap,” nodded Don.
“Well,” said Farnsworth, “I want to try you on the selling staff for a while, anyway. Now, about salary––”
“Sally told me to forget that,” said Don.
“I guess because she knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t forget it. My intention is to pay men in this office what they are worth. Just what you may be worth in your new position I don’t know, but I’m going to advance you five hundred; and if you make good you’ll be paid in proportion as you make good. That satisfactory?”
“Absolutely.”