The Mayor stared about him in silence.
“I’ve just been thinking about the electric light people,” continued Berty. “They’re a big, rich company, aren’t they?”
“So, so.”
“Well, would it be wrong for me to go to them and ask to have a few lights put in?”
“Wrong, no—”
“But would they do it?”
“Well, I guess if you went to them with your mind made up that they ought to, they would do it quick enough.”
“I’ll go,” said Berty, with satisfaction. “Thank you so much. I’ll say you advised me.”
The Mayor sighed, but said nothing.