GO TO ME'S FOR POTERY.
This was the most prominent of the placards, and was nailed to the top of the booth. On the right side of this was:
LISENSED TO SELL SONNITS
ON THE PREMISSES.
Off to the left, printed in red crayon, the curious old man had tacked this:
EPIKS WROTE WHILE
YOU WEIGHT.
Besides these signs, on the counter of this little stand were arranged a dozen or more piles of manuscript, and behind each of these piles were short sticks holding up small cards marked "five cents an ounce," "ten cents a pound," and back of all a larger card, which read:
SPESHUL DISSCOUNTS TO ALL
COSTUMERS ORDERING
BY THE TUN.
"This looks like business," said Whistlebinkie.
"Yes," said Mollie, with a laugh. "Like the peanut business."
Gyp said nothing for a moment, but after sniffing it all over began to growl at a placard at the base of the stand on which was drawn by the Unwiseman's unmistakable hand the picture of two small dogs playing together with a line to this effect: