"You don't know where I could get a girl to work for me," he asked in a cracked voice.
"No sir."
"And you don't want a bottle of my celebrated mixture to teach you how to discern between the true and the false! Rub your head with it every morning, and you'll never believe a lie."
"I don't now," replied Marjorie, taking very quick steps.
"How do you know you don't?" he asked keeping step with her. "Tell me how to tell the difference between a lie and the truth!"
"Rub your head with your mixture," she said, laughing.
But he was not disconcerted, he returned in a simple tone.
"Oh, that's my receipt, I want yours. Yours may be better than mine."
"I think it is."
"Tell me, then, quick."