“Then your sales to-day will bring you in eight dollars and a half. You’ll soon get rich at that rate.”
“I don’t expect such success every day.”
“No, it would be looking for too much. You may have days when you won’t sell a volume.”
“Perhaps—but I am going to try my best to sell at least one book every day.”
The train was now approaching Bardon, and in a few minutes the two alighted and Frank bid the lawyer good-by.
“I’ll tell father you’ll call,” said he.
“Very well,” answered Robert Begoin.
Bardon contained only a handful of stores and not over twoscore of houses. Anxious to sell all the books he could, Frank visited the first store next to the depot. It was a grocery, and the proprietor was busy over his books.
“What can I do for you, young man?” he asked, abruptly.
“If you have a few minutes to spare, I’d like to show you some books,” answered Frank.