Abner.—Ladies, I perceive that you now have your pay envelope. May I suggest that you devote a little of your money to the purchase of soap? I have many varieties here. Nifty Soap for Nice People, Pink Powder for Particular Persons, and Diamond Dust which makes washday an occasion of rejoicing equal to Fourth of July, Valentine or Christmas?
Susan.—Abner, what has come over you?
Inventor.—It is simply my wonderful invention, madam, and instead of being tied down to the pursuit of agriculture which was evidently distasteful to him, he has now entered the mercantile world.
Abner.—Miss Susan, here is Cleanup Soap for tired toilers, especially good for farmhands.
Tom.—Have you a little hired boy in your home?
Miss Susan.—O don’t pester me!
Abner.—Is any one here interested in a hand laundry?
Miss Susan.—Hand laundry? I should say not! Just think of folks bein’ too plum lazy to wash their own hands.
Abner (to porter).—Rastus, here is a bleacher which I think would help you.