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"Splendid man-spiritual-minded and all that. Fine preacher, too. Very
soulful. I often sob right through his sermons. Better go hear him."
"My husband is a busy man--we haven't time for church."
"No, spose not. Doctors are kept on the jump. Specially specialists. And I
know your husband is busy. Say, is there any truth in the report that he
pays the grocers and delicatessen men to get--you know--doubtful canned
goods, and not too fresh sea foods and all that--so there'll be more
ptomaine cases?" "What a good idea!" Warble cried. "I had not heard of it,
but if Bill does that he's more efficient than I thought him!"
"I spose he's terribly in love with you?"
"Bill? Oh, yes. We adore each other."
"I didn't know. The Petticoats are all so thin--"
"Yes, a change is always pleasant." Warble gave her engaging smile.
"Maybe. That Daisy Snow now--she's so pretty _and_ slender. Dr. Petticoat
seems mighty fond of her."
"Well, you know what doctors are. Nice to everybody, of course. There's no
telling who'll have ptomaine poisoning next."
"Oh, yes, you can always tell that. It's sure to be Iva Payne. She's awful
attractive, too. You must be worried about your man, Mrs. Petticoat."
"I do worry a lot. It keeps my flesh down. Tell me more to worry about.
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