Lanny experimented with his throat and nodded. “Yes, it feels sort of that way now.”
“I thought it did. I can tell. I’ve got something that’s wonderful for sore throat, Lanny. Ever use Tinkham’s Throat-Ease?”
“Ever use what?”
“Tinkham’s Throat-Ease. They’re tablets and you just hold them in your mouth, you know, and they make your throat feel fine. They’ll cure hoarseness or cough or most anything like that.”
“Never heard of them. Taste good, do they? Where do you get them?”
“Any first-class drug store. Of course, you can’t get them around here, though.”
“What’s the good of talking about them then? Did you say you had some?”
“I think so.” Kid searched laboriously in his pocket. “I think I’ve got a box left somewhere, if I can find it. Here it is.” He held it out and Lanny accepted it. Trustingly he pushed the box open, took out a tablet and put it into his mouth. Kid edged away.
“Jee-rusalem!” Lanny swung around and gazed menacingly at Kid. “What are they made of?”
“I don’t know, but they’re the best remedy there is for sore throat. You can have that box, Lanny.”