“I must wear a stove-pipe hat! As you say, I am small, and a near-sighted person might easily suppose me to be younger than I am. Now, with a stove-pipe hat I shall look much older.”
“Yes, I presume so.”
“Then I can make her acquaintance again, and she will not mistake me. Phil, why don't you wear a stove-pipe?”
“Because I don't want to look any older than I am. Besides, an errand-boy wouldn't look well in a tall hat.”
“No, perhaps not.”
“And Mr. Pitkin would hardly like it.”
“Of course. When you are a salesman like me it will be different.”
Mr. Wilbur was beginning to recover his complacency, which had been so rudely disturbed.
“I suppose you wouldn't think of marrying on your present salary?” said Phil. “Six dollars a week wouldn't support a married pair very well.”
“The firm would raise my salary. They always do when a man marries. Besides, I have other resources.”