He entered and found the first floor occupied by quite a large number of
clerks and salesmen, and well filled with goods.

"Well, young fellow, what can I do for you?" asked a dapper looking
clerk.

"I would like to see Mr. Goodnow."

"He's reading his letters. He won't see you."

Rodney was provoked.

"Do you decide who is to see him?" he asked.

"You're impudent, young feller."

"Am I? Perhaps you will allow Mr. Goodnow to see me, as long as he told
me to call here this morning."

"That's a different thing," returned the other in a different tone. "If
you're sure about that you can go to the office in the back part of the
room."

Rodney followed directions and found himself at the entrance of a room
which had been partitioned off for the use of the head of the firm.

Mr. Goodnow was seated at a desk with his back to him, and was employed
in opening letters. Without turning round he said, "Sit down and I will
attend to you in a few minutes."