shipment, practical, simple, and complete. Our drug section
has the separate articles, but we ought to--"

"Oh, lord!" groaned Slosson, and slumped disgustedly in his
seat.

But Fenger got up, came over to Fanny, and put a hand on her
shoulder for a moment. He looked down at her. "I knew
you'd do it." He smiled queerly. "Tell me, where did you
learn all this?"

"I don't know," faltered Fanny happily. "Brandeis' Bazaar,
perhaps. It's just another case of plush photograph album."

"Plush--?"

Fanny told him that story. Even the discomfited Slosson
grinned at it.

But after ten minutes more of general discussion Slosson
left. Fenger, without putting it in words, had
conveyed that to him. Fanny stayed. They did things
that way at Haynes-Cooper. No waste. No delay. That she
had accomplished in two months that which ordinarily takes
years was not surprising. They did things that way, too, at
Haynes-Cooper. Take the case of Nathan Haynes himself. And
Michael Fenger too who, not so many years before, had been a
machine-boy in a Racine woolen mill.

For my part, I confess that Fanny Brandeis begins to lose