"You say we have a men's store, eh," was Larsen's rejoinder. "More women than men come into the store. Women buy ninety per cent. of all retail goods sold in the country. Why not we get women's and children's trade? Get youngsters coming into the store. When they grow up they come for tools." Wilkes was strongly in favor of it, but I had an idea that it was so that he could play with the toys. Jones was against it--he thought it undignified. After an hour's discussion we were just about where we were at the beginning, and the matter was held over until the next meeting. I decided in the meantime to talk it over with Betty, and then I thought to myself: "If I'm going to talk this over with Betty why not get the others to talk it over with their women-folk?" That seemed to me a good idea, and I made the suggestion to the others. So Larsen agreed to talk it over with his wife, Jones with his sweetheart, and Wilkes with his mother. I had a long talk with Betty and Mother over the toy situation. Betty was for it. Mother was against it. So there we were. What's a poor man to do when opinions are so divided? I decided to wait a while. Betty made a bully good suggestion, and that was to have the boys up to dinner some night. I had been thinking of that; but then she added: "And have Larsen bring his wife, Jones his young lady and have Wilkes bring his mother." "Good heavens," I exclaimed, "what is this to be--a gathering of the Amazons? Or are you planning to make a union of you women to run us out of business!" "Don't try to be funny, boy dear--because, whenever you try it, you fail miserably. You know your humor is very much like an Englishman's--it's nothing to be laughed at!" "But what's the idea?" I persisted. "Now you promise you won't laugh if I tell you?" "Sure," I said, grinning all over my face. "There you are! You promise with one hand, and grin with the other. Oh, pshaw!" she said, when I laughed. "You know what I mean!" I saw she was getting a little provoked, so I said: "Go ahead, I won't laugh." She handed me a newspaper clipping in which some big steel man said that, whenever he wanted to hire executives, he always tried to find out something about their home surroundings, in the belief that the home influence, to a big extent, makes or mars a man's business efficiency. "You see, boy dear," said Betty, "you never saw Jones' girl, and you never saw Mrs. Larsen. Of course, Mrs. Wilkes we do know--we know she used to do washing before she married again. She's a dear body, and I know it would please her to come. And if you please her, she's going to make Jimmie work all the harder." "I see! You're going to turn into a female gang driver!"