And Glucose was fully as disreputable. All the plating was worn off of her comb, her dress was in tatters, and she bore a big label slung around her neck with these words, "Glucose, by order of the Pure Food Commission."
"Nickel Plate, Bumbus, Drone and Glucose!" cried Billy.
"Grown rusty," said Nickel Plate sadly.
"I be," murmured Bumbus.
"I ain't had a bite to eat for three days," whined Drone. "Can't you give a poor man a dime for a bed?"
"And that's the way I used to look," said Glucose bitterly, pointing at Honey Girl.
"It isn't what you used to be, it's what you put in the bank," said Mr. Gas genially, as he floated in through the open door.
"And now that all of our enemies are here," said General Merchandise, "what shall we do with them?"
"Speak up, Billy Bounce," said Mr. Gas.