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Rh But Priscilla and Arthur had had many a “slapping match” long ago, arising from childhood’s spats; Priscilla originally living on an adjoining lot, and was Arthur’s “first girl;” which, according to his old Aunt Anna, “was just silly puppy stuff!” So nobody thought anything of this public hail and Arthur was raving on about “which puts an instant stop to all pain; will rid you of anything from dandruff to ingrowing nails; will build up a strong body from a puny runt; will grow hair on a billiard-ball scalp, and taboo it on a lady’s chin; will put a glamorous gloss on tooth or nail; stop stomach growls; oil up kinky joints, and bring you to happy, smiling days of Utopian bliss! How many, Priscilla? Only a dollar a box; two for dollar-sixty!”

Priscilla, laughing, said:—

“Not any today, thank you, Art! All I want is a pair of juicy lamb chops—a dish of onions—a dish of squash—a dish of carrots—a pint of milk—potato-chips—hot biscuits—cold slaw—custard pudding—nuts—raisins”

“Whoa, Priscilla! Hop right up on this box! I know that word-slinging ability of old” and as that crowd was fading away, Priscilla said:—

“This is odd work for you, Arthur; you so good a. What’s up?”