"Why, if he eats little green apples, won't he have pains on the inside?"
Then we passed on to the ventriloquist.
"What's a ventriloquist, Hiram?" says Mandy.
"Why," says Hiram, "it's a fellow what stands on one side of the room and talks to hisself from the other."
But the climax came when we got to the wonderful wax figure, recently imported from Paris at the unheard of price of ten thousand dollars.
I looked that wax figure over and something about it struck me as being familiar.
Finally it came to me all at once.
It was Sim Johnson, who borrowed twenty dollars from me out in Chicago. So I went over.