Russell explained. “You’re just the fellow I wanted, too, Jimmy. Sit down over there and give me a hand with this. I’m going to get these prices to Mr. Kincaid to-night.”
Jimmy sighed as he took the indicated place and accepted the catalogue from Russell. “I came to tender sympathy,” he said, “and remain to toil. All right. What’s the first item?”
Twenty minutes later Russell departed for Borden Hall and Mr. Kincaid, and, left to himself, Jimmy settled down on his spine and picked out in the catalogue a great many articles that he meant some day to acquire, a favorite diversion of his in moments of leisure at the store. He knew that catalogue quite thoroughly now, from end to end, but he still found it interesting. He had spent something over a hundred dollars, in imagination, by the time Russell was back, looking very pleased and satisfied.
“Find him?” asked Jimmy, laying the catalogue down.
Russell nodded. “I guess we get the order, too, Jimmy. He didn’t say so. Said he would have to consider the prices a bit. But he was awfully nice and said we deserved encouragement and—and all that.” Russell thrust his hands in his pockets and beamed down on Jimmy. “There’s more than forty dollars of clear profit in that bill of goods!”
“Great! Say, do I get a raise of salary?”
“Yes, if we make that sale you get fifteen cents a week.”
“Gosh!” Jimmy was plainly awed. “What’ll I ever do with it?”