CHAPTER XVI
"FRANK'S MAIL ORDER HOUSE"
"Gentlemen, you embarrass me."
"Hear! hear!"
"I may say, I am overwhelmed—overpowered—"
"Good! Get over it, and give us a speech."
"No, a toast first. 'Frank's Mail Order House.' Stet, fill up the sparking glasses once more."
"Hip, hurrah! Success to Frank Newton and his new business venture."
A merry friendly party was gathered about a long folding table In the middle of a spacious room. There were seven of them, and they were having a jolly good time. An acceptable lunch graced the banqueting board. Attired in a neat waiter's apron and entering heart and soul into the enjoyment of the occasion, Stet, general utility boy for Haven Bros., helped the guests from a great pail of ice cold lemonade, and made himself generally useful about the table.
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