"
("As if men ever wore 'em!" he giggled inwardly.)
Ed Meyers shifted around in his chair so that he might better stare at
this new foe in the field. His little red mouth was open ludicrously.
"Who're you out for?" he demanded next.
There was a look of Emma McChesney on Jock's face. "Why--er--the Union
Underskirt and Hosiery Company of Chicago. New concern."
"Must be," ruminated Ed Meyers. "I never heard of 'em, and I know 'em
all. You're starting in young, ain't you, kid! Well, it'll never hurt
you. You'll learn something new every day. Now me, I--"
In breezed Emma McChesney. Her quick glance rested immediately upon
Meyers and the boy. And in that moment some instinct prompted Jock
McChesney to shake his head, ever so slightly, and assume a blankness
of expression. And Emma McChesney, with that shrewdness which had made
her one of the best salesmen on the road, saw, and miraculously
understood.
"How do, Mrs. McChesney," grinned Fat Ed Meyers. "You see I beat you
to it."
"So I see," smiled Emma, cheerfully.
Pages:
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96