Oh, gum-drops, gum-drops! But I never allow them to eat striped candy. And of course they can’t, till they get their teeth, anyway.

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What?

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Oh, not in the least—go right on. He’s here writing—it doesn’t bother him.

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Very well, I’ll come if I can. (Aside.) Dear me, how it does tire a person’s arm to hold this thing up so long! I wish she’d—

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Oh no, not at all; I like to talk—but I’m afraid I’m keeping you from your affairs.

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Visitors?

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No, we never use butter on them.

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Yes, that is a very good way; but all the cookbooks say they are very unhealthy when they are out of season. And he doesn’t like them, anyway—especially canned.

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Oh, I think that is too high for them; we have never paid over fifty cents a bunch.

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Must you go? Well, good-bye.

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Yes, I think so. Good-bye.

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Four o’clock, then—I’ll be ready. Good-bye.

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Thank you ever so much. Good-bye.

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Oh, not at all!—just as fresh—Which? Oh, I’m glad to hear you say that. Good-bye.

(Hangs up the telephone and says, “Oh, it does tire a person’s arm so!”)