keep on. Says if you don't come in everything will smash--But you are
coming in?"

She paused and looked at me.

"Well--"

"You don't say you won't come in!"

"But look here, aunt," I said, "do you understand quite?... It's a quack
medicine. It's trash."

"There's no law against selling quack medicine that I know of," said
my aunt. She thought for a minute and became unusually grave. "It's our
only chance, George," she said. "If it doesn't go..."

There came the slamming of a door, and a loud bellowing from the next
apartment through the folding doors. "Here-er Shee Rulk lies Poo Tom
Bo--oling."

"Silly old Concertina! Hark at him, George!" She raised her voice.
"Don't sing that, you old Walrus, you! Sing 'I'm afloat!'"

One leaf of the folding doors opened and my uncle appeared.

"Hullo, George! Come along at last? Gossome tea-cake, Susan?"

"Thought it over George?" he said abruptly.

"Yes," said I.