How can you tell whether the new member will want a woman on the
road, or not?"
A little steely light hardened the blue of Mrs. McChesney's eyes.
"We'll leave the firm of T. A. Buck out of this discussion, please."
"Oh, very well!" Ed Meyers was unabashed. "Let's talk about Fromkin.
He don't object, do you, Abe? It's just like this. He needs your smart
head. You need his money. It'll mean a sure thing for you--a share in
a growing and substantial business. When you get your road men trained
it'll mean that you won't need to go out on the road yourself, except
for a little missionary trip now and then, maybe. No more infernal
early trains, no more bum hotel grub, no more stuffy, hot hotel rooms,
no more haughty lady buyers--gosh, I wish I had the chance!"
Emma McChesney sat very still. Two scarlet spots glowed in her cheeks.
"No one appreciates your gift of oratory more than I do, Mr. Meyers.
Your flow of language, coupled with your peculiar persuasive powers,
make a combination a statue couldn't resist.
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