"Then you must introduce her favorably to the department buyer
of her sort of goods."

"But if I win?" persisted Senor Pages.

"If she isn't as charming as--as you say I am, you may make your
own terms."

Senor Pages' fine eyes opened wide.

It was on the fourteenth day of their trip that they came into
quaint Bahia. The stay there was short. Brazilian business
methods are long. Emma McChesney took no chances with
sample-trunks or cases. She packed her three leading samples
into her own personal suitcase, eluded the other tourists,
secured an interpreter, and prepared to brave Bahia. She
returned just in time to catch the boat, flushed, tired, and
orderless. Bahia would have none of her.

In three days they would reach Rio de Janeiro, the magnificent.
They would have three days there. She told herself that Bahia
didn't count, anyway--sleepy little half-breed town! But the
arrow rankled. It had been the first to penetrate the armor of
her business success. But she had learned things from that
experience at Bahia. She had learned that the South American
dislikes the North American because his Northern cousin
patronizes him. She learned that the North American business
firm is thought by the Southern business man to be tricky and
dishonest, and that, because the Northerner has not learned how
to pack a case of goods scientifically, as have the English,