“But you’re young woman now. Please ’splain that—simple queshion—how do you did it?”
“Coué!”
“No, I won’ go ’way—not tell you till me—till you tell me.”
“Coué! Coué! Emile Coué!”
“Are you singin’ song or jes’ making funny noises?”
“Oh, you know! Every day in every way—younger and younger.”
“Sure, I know! Every day Coee, Cooay, he chortled in his joy! Alice Swunderland. S’Lewis Carroll—great columnist—my cousin—same ’nitials.”
“I was sixty-eight when I took the cure. Every day I’ve been getting younger and younger—in every way.”
“Better stop, lady!” he said solemnly. “Some kid now, but—much younger—police in’erfere.”
“Well—that is my story. Do you—do you love me still?” she faltered.