idea. That takes salesmanship and anybody who can sell has something to him. Have you still got the Sanford agency for the Acme people?"
"Why, yes. I wrote for it last May. But dad wouldn't let me take it up. He made me go to work in the bank."
"Well, here's what you do," said Uncle Peter. "You go back and tell Henry you're through at the bank. And you hustle out and start selling these washing machines again. And for every dollar that you earn between now and the tenth of September, I'll advance you two. See? If you earn a hundred and fifty dollars commissions, you'll get three hundred from me. That's fair enough, isn't it? I figure you ought to make $150 at least, seeing that the field hasn't been worked since last Summer."
"I could make that much," Harold promised. "I'll work hard!"
"Go to it then," encouraged Uncle Peter. "You tell Henry and Carrie I mean business. Tell them I won't take you in the foundry here till you get yourself a college education. Then I'll give you a job worth while. If you have any trouble with your father, just let me know. I'll write him a letter. I'll even run down and talk to him if necessary."
Peter Thatcher smiled. Mingled with his
