Three blocks on one side of the street exhausted his store and he was showered with orders.

He had not seen any one that even resembled a dark-eyed girl.

As he came from the last house a big, red motor shot past and then suddenly slowed and backed beside his wagon.
"What in the name of sense are you doing ?" demanded Doctor Carey.
"Invading the residence district of Onabasha," said the Harvester.
"Madam, would you like some nice, fresh, country mushrooms?
I guarantee that there are no poisonous ones among them, and they were gathered this morning.

Considering their rarity and the difficult work of collecting, they are exceedingly low at my price.

I am offering these for five dollars a dozen, madam, and for mercy sake don't take them or I'll have no excuse to go to the next house." The doctor stared, then understood, and began to laugh.