"This process of sneezing silver dollars, ladies and gentlemen," smiled the young magician, "is distinctly my own invention. I have applied for a patent, and I shall prosecute all who infringe on my rights. I must protect myself at—— What, again!"
"Ker-chew! ker-chew! ker-che-eew!" sneezed the farmer, and silver dollars literally rained into the hat.
"Keep it up, Josiah—don't stop!" urged his wife, from her seat in the front row.
"Gol darned if I don't!" gasped Josiah. "It's a regl'er snap to see 'em fly inter the hat. Ker-chew! ker-chew!"
"We'll soon have the hat filled, sir," declared Frank.
"Waal, who be they goin' to b'long to?"
"To us."
"Us? Jest explain that."
"To you and me."