THE MAN IN THE WINDOW
"Well, what are those muscles worth to you?" said Young.
"Well," began the other, "we should only want you in the evening. This fellow works all the afternoon, with rests. How much would you expect?"
"To stand in that window and make a monkey of myself I should say was worth about a dollar an hour."
"Oh, say! we'll give you twenty-five cents an hour."
Young was eager to take it but this was business. "See here," he said, "that other man is all right, but my muscles are better, and my skin is healthier. Besides, my face is, with all due respect to him, more—well, educated-looking. You'll have to give me more than twenty-five cents an hour for a job like that." And they finally compromised on forty-five cents.
"When can you begin?"
"Now."
"All right, I'll get you a suit."
Then it occurred to Young, as if for the first time, what he was about to do.
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