F. The very thing. Couldn’t you write an advertisement for me, Ed? You know I’m modest, and couldn’t, of course, speak of my qualifications as well as you could.
(Edwin takes sheet of paper from the table, and writes for a few moments; then reads it.)
E. (reading). “Wanted—By a young man, a situation on a farm. Is willing to work for moderate wages, provided he can learn the business. Address Franklin Forrester, Box 68.” How will that do, Frank?
F. I guess that’ll answer. But what paper would it be best to insert it in? The evening “Herald”?
E. Oh no, that wouldn’t do. It must be an agricultural paper. Better put it into several; then you will be more sure of a reply.
F. I’ll insert it in every agricultural paper in the city. If I get one reply from each, I shall have at least six.
E. Very well. If one has an object in view, there’s nothing like taking every method to accomplish it.
(Curtain falls.)
Scene II.—Frank seated C., before a table covered with letters. Enter Edwin, L.
E. Well, I must say the agricultural papers in the city have a goodly number of subscribers, judging from appearances. This is the first edition of letters, I suppose.