“Haley, if you please,” interjected the newcomer.
“Really, do you, Mr. Haley?”
“Of course I do.”
“Isn’t that perfectly lovely! You see, girls, I am not the only one that demonstrates to ward off trouble. Just think, think hard, that something you desire very much, will be, and it will be.”
The Man from Seattle looked puzzled for a moment, then he laughed heartily.
“Demonstrate a bag of peanuts for me, then,” spoke up Stacy Brown.
“That’s it, young man—it’s peanuts that I demonstrate. I’ll see that you get a fair sample when I get back to Seattle,” promised Haley.
“Oh, fudge! Everything is food with you, Stacy Brown. Why can’t you be less gross, and more spiritual?” complained Emma.
“I presume it is the company I keep, and—”
“Your supper is ready, Mr. Haley,” called Grace.