"We'll be partners----" "Or else," Penrod suggested, "I'll run the drug store and you be a customer----" "No! Partners!" insisted Sam with such conviction that his host yielded; and within ten minutes the drug store was doing a heavy business with imaginary patrons.

Improvising counters with boards and boxes, and setting forth a very druggish-looking stock from the basket, each of the partners found occupation to his taste--Penrod as salesman and Sam as prescription clerk.
"Here you are, madam!" said Penrod briskly, offering a vial of Sam's mixing to an invisible matron.

"This will cure your husband in a few minutes.

Here's the camphor, mister.

Call again! Fifty cents' worth of pills?
Yes, madam.