What shall I put you down for?
Fifty dollars?
If we carry the election, your property will rise twenty per cent.

Let me see; you are in the iron business, I think ?" Aminadab thought of the little iron soldier of his dream, and excused himself.

Presently a bank director came tearing into his office.
"Have you voted yet, Mr.Ivison?
It 's time to get your vote in.

I wonder you should be in your office now.

No business has so much at stake in this election as yours." "I don't think I should feel entirely easy to vote for the candidate," said Aminadab.
"Mr.Ivison," said the bank director, "I always took you to be a shrewd, sensible man, taking men and things as they are.