"And how clever! To think of her setting up a shop like that all by herself; for her Dick is only seventeen." Dr.Staines recommended the little shop wherever he went, and even extended its operations.

He asked Phoebe to get her own wheat ground at home, and send the flour up in bushel bags.

"These assassins, the bakers," said he, "are putting copper into the flour now, as well as alum.

Pure flour is worth a fancy price to any family.

With that we can make the bread of life.