"You can make money pretty fast?"
"I don't know. Some days I expect to do well, but other days I may not sell any books. But I like travelling about from place to place."
"I don't know but I should like travellin' myself," said Jack. "Hey, Meg?"
"Anything better than staying in this miserable hole," said the woman. "I'm sick and tired of it."
"Well, old woman, maybe we'll start off soon. You couldn't get me a chance in your business, could you?"
Walter doubted strongly whether a rough, uneducated man like the one before him would be well adapted for the book business, but he did not venture to say so.
"If you would like to try it," he said, "I can give you the name of the agent in Cleveland. He is authorized to employ agents, and might engage you."
"Would he engage the old woman too?"
"I don't know whether he has any female agents."
"I couldn't do nothing sellin' books," said Meg, "nor you either. If it was something else, I might make out."