The owner of Fry's Imperial Liniment looked over his glasses and discovered that David, having poked open the door of the little-used cellarette with his foot, was looking in at the bottles with mild interest.
"'Every foe save death!'" Anthony rapped out. "Did you hear that, David?"
"Yes, of course," David said hastily. "Do you know what time it is, Mr. Fry?"
"No! Hear the rest!" said Anthony.
"... But those who doubt or hesitate,
Condemned to failure, penury, or woe,
Seek me in vain and ceaselessly implore;
I answer not and I return—no more!"
Almost reverently the book closed.
"Have you quite assimilated the full meaning of that little poem, David?" he asked gravely.
"Er—yes."
"Quite?" Anthony persisted.
"Why, I guess so," David said, eyes opening again. "Yes, I know I have—only don't look at me like that and——"