“Well,” I laughed, with a picture in my mind of Red’s homely face, “it won’t do any harm if you use some of it on the roof of his nose. For it’s good for freckles.”
She bought a box. And when I was making change the Stricker gang came into sight in the street.
“See how pretty he is!” Bid hooted, pointing me out to the other fellows.
“Why shouldn’t he be pretty?” Jimmy yipped. “He uses Bubbles of Beauty.”
“Beat it,” I told Bid, scowling, “or the first thing you know I’ll step on you and bend you out of shape.”
I met Scoop on the corner. He was grinning and happy.
“How’s business, Jerry?”
“Fine and dandy,” I told him. “I’ve sold seven boxes.”
“Hot dog!” he cried. “I’ve sold nine.”
“Let’s knock off,” I suggested, “and call it a day.”