"Think so?"
"Sure."
"Guess they'll think my advertisin' scheme's all right."
"Hope so, for your sake," replied Peter, as he returned to his work.
Sam worked industriously during the remainder of the forenoon, and by noontime had finished twelve more posters just like the first.
"Mind if I put one of these up on the outside of the store?" he asked, as he emerged from the back room with one of the posters carefully held up in front of himself.
"Go ahead," said Peter, who was busy and had been bothered enough for one morning. Ten minutes later the poster was exposed on the front of the store where the public—when it happened that way—could see it. Sam was patiently waiting for the first passer-by when Alick Purbeck drove up. Alick read the poster through, and then gave a long whistle.
"Well, what you got to say?" asked Sam, who had watched from the doorway for the effect of the poster on Alick.
"Reads like a circus; some of your doin's, I'll bet," Alick replied.
"Yes, 'tis; you don't know a good thing when you see it."