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“But I don’t see the joke,” murmured Laura, turning to her giggling friend, curiously.
“Wait!” cried Bobby. “You’ll see. Give me that glass.”
She snatched the magnifying glass from her friend’s hand and whisked into the store. In a moment she had set the glass in such a way before the loaf of bread that anybody passing the window must look at the bread through it—and the loaf certainly looked to be a huge one for the stated price on the card above.
Laura had to laugh. And she knew it would make many other people laugh before Monday morning. Such little jokes attracted trade, too, and Bobby Hargrew was full of novel ideas. Her father came outside and viewed the advertising display admiringly.
“Hasn’t that young one got a great head?” he said. Bobby’s capers usually “tickled” her father. Having no son, he made her his companion as though she were a boy.
Already pedestrians had begun to stop before the window and laugh over the joke. Laura turned to go back to her father’s store.
“You’re coming up to the school this afternoon, Bobby?” she asked.