"Ice-cream cone!" he cried. "Ice-cream cone, or I faint!"
"Poor Jastrow! Just listen to him! Honest, that grinding goes right through me. He hadn't ought to be showing to-day, after the way they had to have the doctor in on him last night. He hadn't ought to be eating that nasty glass."
"Ain't it awful, Mabel!"
"Yes, it's awful, Mabel! A fellow snagging up his insides like Jastrow. I never knew a glass-eating artist in my life that lived to old age. I was showing once with a pair of glass-eating sisters, the Twins Delamar, as fine a pair of girls as ever—"
"Sure, the Delamars—I know 'em."
"Remember the specialty they carried, stepping on a piece of plate glass and feeding each other with the grounds—"
"Sure."
"Well, I sat up for three weeks running, with one of them girls—the red-haired one, till she died off of sorosis of the liver—"
"Sure enough—Lizzie Delamar!"
"Lida, the other one, is still carrying the act on street-fair time, but it won't surprise me to hear of her next. That's what'll happen to Granite Jaw one of these days, too, if he—"