And he liked it.

He said that business sharpened one up tremendously.
"I'm afraid, Mr.Spillikins," a caller in the mahogany office would say, "that we can't meet you at five dollars.

Four seventy is the best we can do on the present market." "My dear chap," said Mr.Spillikins, "that's all right.

After all, thirty cents isn't much, eh what?
Dash it, old man, we won't fight about thirty cents.

How much do you want ?" "Well, at four seventy we'll take twenty thousand barrels." "By Jove!" said Mr.Spillikins; "twenty thousand barrels.