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Poor Willie was too amazed to speak.
"Now Galbraith and Company will want the monopoly of that patent, Mr.
Spence," hurried on the financier. "We are going to make you a
proposition either for the purchase of it outright, or for its use on a
royalty basis."
With a supreme disregard for business, Willie wheeled on him before he
could go further and said simply:
"Law, Mr. Galbraith, you can use the thing an' welcome. Turn out as
many of 'em as you like. It won't make no odds to me. But the
patent--think of havin' a real patent on somethin' I've thought out!
Just you picture it!"
He repeated the words in a soft, musing voice that hushed his hearers
into stillness.
"I never thought to live to see the day anything of mine would be
patented. That means that nobody else anywhere in the world ever was
kitched by that same idee before, don't it? It's sorter--sorter
wonderful an' gratifyin'. But if it hadn't been for the rest of you
that's helped me, the claptraption would never have been in any kind of
shape. 'Twould 'a' been just a hit-or-miss contrivance like the rest
of the idees I've got indoors.
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