Frank found the proper window of the General Delivery, and leaving the countryman to ask for letters, he ran off down Nassau Street to get his case of sample goods.
When he got back he found Joel Perkins reading a letter he had received from one of his daughters. He was greatly pleased over the communication, and doubly pleased to think it had reached him through such a big establishment as the New York post office.
“It beats all how they kin keep track o’ a feller,” he remarked. “I didn’t no more than ask fer a letter than the fellow inside handed it over. He seemed to be a-waiting fer me to call.”
Having finished his letter, Joel Perkins looked at the two books which Frank had brought forth for his inspection. Frank showed him the most important illustrations, and pointed out the chapters on rheumatism in one volume, and the chapters on sheep and their diseases in the other.
“Wot about liver complaints?” questioned the countryman. “I allow as how there’s some o’ thet in our family.”
“Here is a whole chapter on liver troubles, with eight pictures of the liver,” answered our hero.
“Putty good books, ain’t they?”
“Yes, sir. If you buy them you’ll never regret it.”
“And how much did you say they were?”
“Six dollars for the two. They ought to bring five dollars each, but the publishers want to make them popular, so they put the price at three dollars per volume.”