“Pennsylvania is along here, I guess.”
They heard one man assert, “I don’t think that it is any good at all!” Whereupon his friend insisted, “Now, you just go along and see.”
At a stand where a sharp young woman was selling “ever-pointed” pencils, a man inquired, “What’ll I do when the points are all gone?” To which the saleswoman scornfully retorted, “Isn’t two years long enough for only ten cents?—but even then you can get new ones at any stationer’s.”
Coming out of the Horticultural, they caught the words, “The biggest revolver in the world,” but never found out whether the speaker was referring to the Ferris Wheel, or to the Equator, or what.
A woman passed by telling her husband about lunching.
“Why, it scares them to death! Twenty-five cents was the cheapest on the bill of fare! But they took it, and they enjoyed it immensely!”
“What do you suppose it was, Harry?” asked Philip, who liked to know all that went on.
“Can’t imagine: possibly a watermelon,” Harry answered. “It couldn’t have been a turkey, judging by the prices we’ve seen.”
Two young girls passed talking about the exhibits. Said one, “I’m not at all sensational over anything.” Whereupon the other told her, “Well, I like to get enthused over a thing like this.”
