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 “That’s right!” he sneered. “Buy ’em all up. Next thing you'll be sending ’em out to your friends!”

Dorothy suddenly laughed merrily.

“What’s funny about it?” he demanded, thumping the table. “What’s the joke? Tell me where the joke is!”

His voice dropped a trifle.

“I can take a joke as well as the next fellow, but-"

Suddenly he shouted again.

“It’s an outrage—that’s all. I don’t care who hears me. It’s a hell of a way to do things!”