"Sounds all right. Could you get up a preparation of it that looks tasty and tastes good?"
"Sure. Easy."
"Fine! I"ll send you down the advertising copy, so you"ll have that to go by. And now, gentlemen, we"re the Cerebread factory from now on. Keep all your help; we"ll need "em. Go on with Certina till we"re sold out; but no more advertising on it. And, all of you, from now on, think, dream, and _live_ Cerebread. Meeting"s adjourned."
The staff filed out, chattering excitedly. "He"ll put it over."--"You can"t beat the Chief."--"Is"n"t he a wonder!"--"Cerebread; it"s a great name to advertise."--"No come-back to it, either. n.o.body can kick on a _food_."--"It"s a sure-enough cla.s.sy proposition, with those swell European names to it!"--"Wish he"d let us in on the stock."
Success was in the air. It centered in and beamed from the happy eyes of the reformed enthusiast, as, crossing over the room with hands extended to Esme and Hal, he cried in a burst of generous emotion:
"It was you two that converted me."
THE END