"Tell us all about it, at any rate."
Frank told the story as simply as he could, much to the satisfaction of the company.
"You'll come in for a handsome reward, when Mr. Percival gets home," suggested Mr. Smith.
"I don't expect anything," said Frank. "I shall be satisfied if I get the dollar which was promised me. I haven't received that yet."
"I wish I were in your shoes—that's all I've got to say," said Preston, nodding vigorously. "Will you sell out for five dollars?"
"Cash down?" asked Frank, smiling.
"Well, I'll give you my note at thirty days," said the Sixth Avenue salesman, who seldom kept five dollars in advance of his liabilities.
"I won't sell what I haven't got," said Frank. "Probably I shall hear nothing from Mr. Percival."
After breakfast Frank went downtown and sought the store of the Great Pekin Company.
After half an hour's delay—for there were others in advance of him—he was fitted out with samples and started for Brooklyn.