Just listen to this: 'Two dozen old tooth-brushes (in _good_ preservation) would be exchanged for a gold bangle (_unscratched_).
Would not be sent on approval (mind, it must not be set _scratched!_ good old toothbrushes!) without deposit of ten shillings.

Address, 'Chizzler, office of this paper.'" "It isn't true.

I don't believe a word of it," says Tita, making a snatch at the paper.
"My dear girl, why not?
Two dozen old toothbrushes.

_Old_ toothbrushes, you notice.

Everything old now goes for a large sum, except," thoughtfully, "aunts." He casts a lingering glance round, but providentially Miss Gower has disappeared.
"But toothbrushes! Show me that paper." "Do you, then, disbelieve in my word ?" "Nobody could want a toothbrush." "Some people want them awfully," says Mr.Gower.