"You did!"
"Yes, Daddy. I went to Mr. Harriman, the grocer. You know we trade there. And I know that he can use a boy just as well as not. So I told him about Gummy—"
"Did you tell Harriman his name?" chuckled her father.
"I said he was 'G. Carringford,'" Janice replied, her eyes twinkling. "But you needn't laugh. Mr. Harriman did."
"Did what?"
"Laugh; I really wanted Gummy to take a nom de plume, or whatever it is they call 'em."
"An alias, I guess it would be, in Gummy's case," said her father. "And wouldn't he?"
"No," said Janice, shaking her head. "Gummy seems to think that he's in honor bound to stick up for his name. That is what he says."
"Amen! Some boy, that!"
"He's a nice boy," declared Janice. "You'll see. And he got the job."