was Saturday, so as to show him the ropes. I didn't mind at all for there were a lot of new goods just in, and I wanted to see what sort of stuff Dad had been getting.
Well, that morning we got down at eight o'clock sharp, and I took him behind the counter right off and began opening drawers and boxes to show him where things were. Dad was back in the office, and the cashier, Miss Weed, was at her desk. The first person to come in was a school-teacher. She walked up to the counter in front of Uncle Rob. "Reward cards," she said.
"Yes, madam," said Uncle Rob, and led the way down the store as if he had been at that sort of thing all his life. He remembered the shelf that I had showed him, and he took down the stack of big sheets that had the sample cards pasted onto them, and laid it on the show-case before her. They were pieces of white pasteboard about ten by fifteen inches, all the same size, and each had four or five cards pasted on, showing one of each design in the set; and at the top, printed in big letters, was the price and the number of cards in the package.
