Just put in a word for me, will you?
And don't forget I'm a friend of yours, and I'm strong for your gettin' a good, fair price from the town.
Remember that, won't you ?" "I won't forget, Alvin.

Good-by." I left him and went into the bank.

Henry Small, the bookkeeper, was at his desk.

I walked over to speak to him, but he, looking up from his figures, spoke first.

There was, or so it seemed to me, a different note in his greeting.