“I was very glad to stand his friend, sir,” returned Chester, modestly.
“Let me know to whom I am indebted.”
“Mr. Taylor,” said the broker, “this young gentleman is Chester Rand, owner of the lots which you wish to buy.”
“Is it possible?” ejaculated William Taylor. “I didn’t know that the owner of the lots was a boy.”
“The lots were a bequest to me from the original owner,” said Chester.
“And you have never been out this way before?”
“This is my first visit to Tacoma.”
“You are hardly old enough to be in business.”
“I am an artist; that is, I furnish illustrations to a comic weekly paper in New York.”
“You have begun life early. I suspect you are better fitted for business than most young men of your age. Here is my partner, Mr. Pearson.”