Tom and Harry, keeping most of their belongings at camp, had only suit cases to carry.
"Gentlemen, I think you are making a mistake," began Mr.Ashby, as he met the salesmen in the lobby near the clerk's desk.
"We made a mistake in coming here," retorted the leader of the salesmen, pleasantly as to tone, "but we're rectifying it now.

Are our bills ready ?" The proprietor went behind the desk to make change, while the clerk receipted seven bills.

Ashby's hands shook as he manipulated the money.
"Dobson," he said, in a low tone to one of the drummers, "I had intended ordering a ton of hams from you.

Now, of course, I can't--" "Quite right," nodded Mr.Dobson cheerfully.

"You couldn't get them from our house at four times the market price.