“I cleared fifty-six dollars one week, and forty-eight dollars another week.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, it does beat all! I thought book selling was worse than fiddling for a living.”
“It’s all in the way you go at it. Some fiddlers and some book agents don’t make their salt, but others make money. I’ve heard of one violinist in New York who gets five hundred dollars a night.”
“That’s a fairy tale, Frank.”
“I don’t think so. He is known as a very celebrated artist.”
“Humph! Well, do you expect to make five hundred dollars a day selling books?”
“I do not. But I expect to make a good deal more than four or five dollars per week at it, Mr. Glasby.”
“I’ve heard tell that some famous men were once book agents.”