“There’s a good many doing that,” said the clerk. “There hasn’t been a room vacant at a hotel for a week.”
“I guess that’s right. And we got a party of twenty-eight this time. I only wanted to jog you about that witch-hazel.” She was moving off.
Hildegarde stood in the way. “Are you going to Nome?” asked the girl.
“Yes.”
“Do you mind telling me what you are going to do with witch-hazel, up there?”
“A person wants witch-hazel everywhere.”
“Why do they?”
“Best doctor in the world.”
“What’s it good for?” Typhoid was in the ignorant mind.