The
girl asked the proprietor if there wasn't a good deal of sewer gas in the
store, and he told me to go out and shake myself. I think the girl was mad
at me because I got a nursing bottle out of the show case with a rubber
muzzle, and asked her if that was what she wanted. Well, she told me a
sachet was something for the stummick, and I thought a nursing bottle was
the nearest thing to it."
[Illustration: NEW WAY OF TAKING SEIDLITZ POWDERS]
"I should think you would drive all the customers away from the store,"
said the groceryman as he opened the door to let the fresh air in.
"I don't know but I will, but I am hired for a month on trial, and I shall
stay. You see, I sha'n't practice on anybody but Pa for a spell. I made up
my mind to that when I gave a woman some salts instead of powdered borax,
and she came back mad. Pa seems to want to encourage me, and is willing to
take anything that I ask him to. He had a sore throat and wanted something
for it, and the boss drugger told me to put some tannin and chlorate of
potash in a mortar and grind it, and I let Pa pound it with the mortar,
and while he was pounding I dropped in a couple of drops of sulphuric
acid, and it exploded and blowed Pa's hat clear across the store, and Pa
was whiter than a sheet. He said he guessed his throat was all right, and
he wouldn't come near me again that day.
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