Bronson. Through some error we received only 5,000 cakes, instead of 50,000 but that’s all gone.
Martin. All gone? What happened to it?
Bronson. We’ve sold it.
Martin. Sold it?
Bronson. Yes, and we want the balance of the original order you were kind enough to throw our way, and as much more soap as we can get.
Martin. But only the other day I had a letter from Marshall Field saying they hadn’t sold a cake.
Bronson. (Laughing) I know, I know. We felt at first that of course there could be no popular market for a dollar soap; we weren’t as far-sighted as you were. (Martin clears his throat) But of course, when those extraordinary advertisements appeared, so different from your usual conservative publicity, the sales began immediately! We sold the 5,000 cakes in two days.
Martin. And the advertising did it?
Bronson. Of course, what else? Now we want to handle your goods exclusively in the west—with extensive immediate deliveries. Can that be arranged?
Martin. It ought to be. What do you offer?