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 of the store to take care of some more stuff, and Uncle Rob was holding up a cut glass carafe, when some one darted into the store and rushed up to us, holding out a bottle; then suddenly he noticed Uncle Rob's face, gave one look around and said,

"Well, I'll—!" and dashed out again.

"What does that man want?" called Dad.

"Parker's floor-polish and a pint of linseed oil," said Uncle Rob, cheerfully.

"Why don't you tell him we don't keep floor-polish?floor-polish?" [sic]

"I did," said Uncle Rob; and just then the man loomed up in the door-way again, halted, gave one look around; and then suddenly the air got blue, and he dashed off down the street.

Dad went to the door and looked after him. "I presume he thought this was a drug store," he said.