Larsen was a good sort. I saw his ad in the paper. It read like this:
SOMETHING THAT MOVES
Every youngster likes a toy that moves. Get him one for Christmas! We have a large variety of moving and other Christmas toys. They are toys that will fascinate the youngster. They are strongly built toys, too, that will last.
Railroads, 50¢ to $4.00
Constructor outfits, 25¢ to $6.00
Bamboo, the wonderful tumbling clown, 50¢
Automobiles, moving animals, juvenile tool outfits—hundreds of other things the children will like.
Bring the youngsters in and let them enjoy the fun of our toy bazaar.
Larsen told me that he had cleared away two long tables, placed them together, covered them with cheap oil cloth, and filled them up with toys, arranged in such a way that they could all be worked and handled easily.
"I have Jimmie keeping 'em going all the time. He is working harder, playing with them things, than he ever did in his life," he said, with a chuckle.
I couldn't help smiling at Larsen's cheeriness. He certainly had been different since we had had that dinner at home and had made Mrs. Larsen realize that I was looking after his interests as well as my own.
I thought Larsen had done quite well on that ad, although there were some things in it that I'd have changed.