“I prefer Mr. Vincent’s books,” said Frank, quietly.
“Naturally—since you work for him.”
“No, because I think they are the best books on the market for the price.”
“They can’t hold a candle to our publications. We have you beat to death on our whole line,” went on Grant Deems, insistently.
“That is a matter of opinion,” replied Frank.
“Oh, pshaw!”
Frank was about to make a further reply, but thought better of it, and changed the subject by asking Miss Littell about her little dog that was running around the room. The landlady was grateful for the change, and gave him a look of thanks. After that Grant Deems said nothing more, but finished his meal and went out of the dining room.
“Evidently he is not very friendly,” said the landlady to our hero, after the rival book agent had gone.
“It would seem so,” answered Frank. “But I don’t care. If he lets me alone, I’ll let him alone.”