"Well, well!" says I. "Where?"
He looks around cautious and then whispers confidential. "In that show window."
"Eh" says I, gawpin'. "Oh! You mean you got the idea from one of the dummies? Well, that's playin' it safe even if it is a little unique."
Crosby seems to hesitate a minute, as if debatin' whether to let it ride at that or not, and then he goes on:
"Say," he asks, "do—do they ever put live ones in there?"
"Never heard of it's being done," says I. "Why?"
"Because," says he, "there's one in this window right now."
"You don't say?" says I. "Are you sure?"
"Step around front and I'll point her out," says he. "Now, right over in that far—Why—why, say! She's gone!"
"Oh, come!" says I. "You've been seein' things, ain't you? Or maybe it was only one of the salesladies in rearrangin' the display."