Thin as tissue paper, crisp as dry snow, and salt as the sea--such thirst-producing, lemonade-selling, nickel-bringing potato chips only Mr.Wilner could make.

On holidays, when dozens of family parties came out by every train from town, he could hardly keep up with the demand for his potato chips.

And with a waiting crowd around him our partner was at his best.

He was as voluble as he was skilful, and as witty as he was voluble; at least so I guessed from the laughter that frequently drowned his voice.

I could not understand his jokes, but if I could get near enough to watch his lips and his smile and his merry eyes, I was happy.