“Don’t want any books,” was the curt reply.
“I have a very fine family doctor book that——”
“Don’t want any books.”
“It won’t cost anything to look at them.”
“Yes, it will—it will cost my time. I don’t want to be bothered,” grumbled the storekeeper, and seeing he could do nothing with the man our hero left the place.
“Failure Number One,” he murmured, grimly. “Well, I am not going to let it discourage me.”
The next place was a butcher shop, and Frank found the proprietor chopping meat on his block.
“Vot vill you haf?” demanded the butcher, who was a round-faced, jolly fellow.
“I’d like to show you some books.”
“Ach, yah, I vos vaiting for you. Vait till I got dis meat chobbed. Den I buy me a pook,” said the butcher.