Henry Russell Miller

The House of Toys Henry Russell Miller

His good cheer was not a pretense, for he was never made to feel a pinch. This was a misfortune and the blame must be laid to his own engaging qualities. He found that he could borrow as easily as, when in funds, he had lent. Even Jim Blaisdell who, in his cashier's office, was held a skinflint and a keen judge of men, was cordiality itself when David went to him with a note for discount. "Gladly," he said. "But you'll have to have an indorser, you know." "I didn't know," laughed David. "You see, I never tried this before. Am I an innocent?" "It'll be all right, though," Blaisdell answered. "I'll indorse for you." Something made David hesitate. "It's fair to say I mightn't be able to meet it promptly." "Then we'll carry you. Your face is collateral enough for me. Beat it now-I'm busy. And come out for dinner to-night, Davy.