"You'll come in for a handsome reward, when Mr. Percival gets home,"
suggested Mr. Smith.
"I don't expect anything," said Frank. "I shall be satisfied if I get
the dollar which was promised me. I haven't received that yet."
"I wish I were in your shoes--that's all I've got to say," said Preston,
nodding vigorously. "Will you sell out for five dollars?"
"Cash down?" asked Frank, smiling.
"Well, I'll give you my note at thirty days," said the Sixth Avenue
salesman, who seldom kept five dollars in advance of his liabilities.
"I won't sell what I haven't got," said Frank. "Probably I shall hear
nothing from Mr. Percival."
After breakfast Frank went downtown and sought the store of the Great
Pekin Company.
After half an hour's delay--for there were others in advance of him--he
was fitted out with samples and started for Brooklyn.
It was his first visit to that city, but he had received some directions
which made his expedition less embarrassing.
At the ferry he took a Flatbush Avenue car, and rode up Fulton Street,
and past the City Hall, up Fulton Avenue, for nearly a mile.
Here were interesting streets, lined with comfortable houses--for Frank
had made up his mind first to try private houses.
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