“Ought to tickle the soles of their feet,” declared Landry with profound gravity.

“Tickle their feet!”

“Best thing in the world for hens that don’t lay. It sort of stirs them up. Oh, everyone knows that.”

“Fancy now! I’ll write to Aunt Alice tomorrow.”

Cressler clipped the tip of a fresh cigar, and, turning to Curtis Jadwin, remarked:

“I understand that Leaycraft alone lost nearly fifteen thousand.”