They all looks a little sad, and then another prominent citizen asts us into the back room agin.
When we returns to the front room another prominent citizen makes a little speech that was quite beautiful to hear, and says mebby we represents some new concern that ain't never been in them parts and is figgering on buying cotton.
"No," the doctor says, "we ain't cotton buyers." Another prominent citizen has the idea mebby we is figgering on one of these here inter-Reuben trolley lines, so the Rubes in one village can ride over and visit the Rubes in the next.

And another one thinks mebby we is figgering on a telephone line.

And each one makes a very eloquent little speech about them things, and rings in something about our fair Southland.

And when both of them misses their guess it is time fur another visit to the back room.
Was we selling something?
We was.
Was we selling fruit trees?
We wasn't.
Finally, after every one has a chew of natcheral leaf tobaccer all around, one prominent citizen makes so bold as to ast us very courteous if he might enquire what it was we was selling.
The doctor says medicine.
Then they was a slow grin went around that there crowd of prominent citizens.

And once agin we has to make a trip to that back room.