“Sassafras lozengers are good enough for anybody, eh?” he observed.
“Yes, sir,” replied Mary-'Gusta. Then she added, politely: “Only I guess these are wintergreen.”
She stayed at the store until noon. Then she walked home with the Captain whose turn it was to dine first that day. The hiring of Annabel had been an unusual break in the business routine. Ordinarily but one of the partners left that store at a time.
“Well,” inquired the Captain, as they walked down the lane, “what do you think of it? Pretty good store for a place like South Harniss, ain't it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I bet you! Different from the Ostable stores, eh?”
“Yes, sir; I—I guess it is.”
“Um-hm. Well, how different?”
Mary-'Gusta took her usual interval for consideration.
“I guess there's more—more things in it with separate smells to 'em,” she said.