"Of course we could advertise it," he said.
"That seems a good, sensible suggestion. All right, we'll advertise that no goods were damaged by the fire."
That removed the last shred of resentment on the part of Jones.
I told Betty about this when I came home, and she exclaimed: "Why, you're a regular Solomon, you are!"
"Explain yourself," I commanded.
"Why, your tact in handling Jones. You'll be a real manager of men, yet, if you go on like that!"
"Huh, that's where I'll differ from Solomon, then. He was a real manager of women only, wasn't he?"
"Now you're getting impudent," and she kissed me.
Well, after we had disposed of the fire sale question, we brought up the matter of whether we should, or should not, sell toys at Christmas time. Larsen was strongly in favor of it, but I was rather against it.
"We've a hardware store," I argued, "and that's a men's shop. Toys are kids' business."