Miss Dickson thought him a perfect dear.
Returning to the house for supper, Nickie and the ingenuous Millie loitered by the open kitchen window, and Nickie saw and heard things of no little interest to him professionally.

Farmer Dickson and three neighbours were comparing bottles of Dr.Crip's Celebrated Healing Mixture.
"Anyhow," said one, "I'll swear his nibs sold me this ez a cure fer pip in chickens." "And he told me this was a dead sure cure fer corns 'n' ingrowin' toe-nail," ejaculated another.
"I bought this bottle fer me diabetes," explained Coleman.

"He said it ud root out diabetes in nine hours." Farmer Dickson shook his bottle, and looked at it very dubiously.

"It seems t' me it's all the same mixture," he said.

"It looks like it, tastes like, 'n' it smells like.