"That's a dandy idea!" I returned enthusiastically. "Will you come, Mr. Field?"
And the big, rosy-faced, jovial secretary chuckled and said:
"Very glad to."
I had been told a number of times that Mr. Field was one of the best-natured men in the world, which perhaps accounted somewhat for his success. His readiness to comply with my request tended to show that what I had heard about him was true.
"And, boy dear," said Betty sweetly, "Mr. Field has several stores of his own. Why not make him an ex-officio member of the company for to-night? Perhaps he could give you some good ideas on selling."
"Say, that's bully!" I cried, smacking my knee. "I'll tell the boys this afternoon!"
Betty smiled:
"Wouldn't it be just as well to ask Mr. Field first, if he would do it?"
"Why, yes, of course," I replied, blushing. "How careless of me! You will, won't you, Mr. Field?"
"Only too glad to be of service," he returned, "if you think there is anything I can say that will help them."