That is my idea.

What do you think of it ?" The shopkeeper hesitated, his fat features twisted in calculation.
Every move of his new salesman had brought him in double his money.

The placing of his goods so that a customer would be compelled to crawl over a table in order to see whether a chair had three whole legs or two, dust and darkness helping, had always seemed to him one of the tricks of the trade and not to be abandoned lightly.
"You mean dot ve valk 'round loose in de middle, and everyting is shoved back de Vall behind, so you can see it all over ?" Felix smothered a smile.

"Certainly, why not ?" "Vell, Mr.O'Day, I don't know." Then, noticing the quickly drawn brows of his clerk's face and the shadow of disappointment: "Of course, ve can try it, and if it don't vork ve do it over, don't ve ?" Masie slipped her arm through O'Day's and began a joyous tattoo with her foot.

She knew now that Felix had carried the day.
"And now for Masie's idea, Mr.Kling." "Oh, dere is someting else, eh?
I tought dere vould be ven you puts your two noddles togedder--Vell, vot is dot all about, eh ?" "She is to have a birthday.