slips of paper. See to it that there is one on every student's desk. Then send out speakers from the Northfield Congress to visit each home room and discuss these arguments with the students. Let them ask questions and answer them. Hammer the arguments home. Sell them to the citizens of the school community. Then print a short article on the same lines in the next issue of the Breeze, and get the students to take the paper home, with the article marked, and sell their dads and mothers."
The solution was so simple that Praska was astounded that neither he nor Bristow had thought of it. He stood up to go.
"Keep in touch with me," Carlos Dix said. "I'm interested in this campaign for more reasons than you think."
Praska winced. What the lawyer had said might mean nothing, yet Bristow had planted the seed of a disquieting thought. There would be nothing wrong in Carlos Dix working for the school and at the same time doing service for a client. Nevertheless, the boy had built up a finespirited, wholly unselfish ideal of the man, and the mere thought of commission money in some way soiled the beauty of the picture.
Within the next two days, the argument-selling campaign went through as Carlos Dix had planned
