Sam nodded.
"So you are the club's advertising agent?"
"Nope," replied Sam, modestly. "I jest wanted to help 'em out a little."
"Very kind, I'm sure," said the doctor, as he drove away wondering who had made the mistake.
When Sam returned to the store he found Alick Purbeck standing in the doorway grinning.
"Do you expect to live long, Sam?" asked Alick.
Sam pushed by without replying, went to the back room, rolled up the remaining posters, walked out of the store without looking to the right or left, and marched off up the road.
By nightfall twelve more of Sam's posters were displayed in as many conspicuous places, and before the last one had been tacked up the whole town—except the members of the Morning Glory Club—was laughing.
Mrs. Tweedie was furious when Tommy asked if he could go to the "Big Show," and poor Ezra, he would have thought it funny had not his wife scolded the whole evening just as though he was to blame.
That night, after they were abed, Mrs. Stout told Peter, among other things, that he didn't have the sense of a half-grown puppy to let that fool of a Sam Billings do such a thing. When she had finished it was time for Peter to get up—and he thought so, too.