"Produce that list, Grace," and it was forthcoming.
"You see we have let our supplies run low," remarked Betty as she gave
her order,
"Are you going on a long cruise?" Mr. Lagg, wanted to know.
"To sail and sail the bounding main,
And then come back to port again?
"Of course I know that isn't very good," he apologized. "When I make
'em up on the spur of the moment that way I don't take time to polish
'em off. And of course Rainbow Lake isn't exactly the bounding main,
but it will answer as well."
"Certainly," agreed Betty, with a laugh. "I think that is all," she
went on, looking at her list. "Oh, I almost forgot, we want some more
of your lovely olives-- those large ones."
"Yes, those are fine olives," admitted the store keeper. "I get them
from New York.
"Olives stuffed, and some with pits,
With girls my olives sure make hits."
He chanted this with a bow and a smile.
"I am aware," he said, "I am aware that the foregoing may sound like a
baseball game, but such is not my intention. I use hit in the sense of
meaning that it is well-liked."
"Too well liked-- I mean the olives," spoke Mollie.
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