"I wish to see Mr.Bayard." "You can't see him!" growled Timmins.
"Can't I ?" "Not at this minute; he is engaged just now," added the salesman, who seemed to have a profound respect for Bobby's discrimination.

"He will be at liberty in a few moments." "I will wait, then," said Bobby, seating himself on a stool by the counter.
Pretty soon the civil gentleman left the store to go to dinner, and Timmins, a little timid about provoking the young lion, cast an occasional glance of hatred at him.

He had evidently found that "Country" was an embryo American citizen, and that he was a firm believer in the self-evident truths of the Declaration of Independence.
Bobby bore no ill will towards the spruce clerk, ready as he had been to defend his "certain inalienable rights." "You do a big business here," suggested Bobby, in a conciliatory tone, and with a smile on his face which ought to have convinced the uncourteous clerk that he meant well.
"Who told you so ?" replied Timmins, gruffly.
"I merely judged from appearances.

You have a big store, and an immense quantity of books." "Appearances are deceitful," replied Timmins; and perhaps he had been impressed by the fact from his experience with the lad from the country.
"That is true," added Bobby, with a good-natured smile, which, when interpreted, might have meant, "I took you for a civil fellow, but I have been very much mistaken." "You will find it out before you are many days older." "The book business is good just now, isn't it ?" continued Bobby, without clearly comprehending the meaning of the other's last remark.
"Humph! What's that to you ?" "O, I intend to go into it myself." "Ha, ha, ha! Good! You do ?" "I do," replied Bobby, seemingly unconcerned at the taunts of the clerk.
"I suppose you want to get a place here," sneered Timmins, alarmed at the prospect.

"But let me tell you, you can't do it.