"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.

He had with him a few pound parcels of tea, which he thought he could perhaps succeed in disposing of at such places.
He selected a house at random, and rang the bell.
A servant answered the ring.
Frank felt rather embarrassed, but there was no time to hesitate.
"I have some samples of tea with me," he began, "of excellent quality and at reasonable prices." "It's no use," said the girl, abruptly.