Fur they are all sure we must be taking orders fur something to beat that there prohibition game.

When they misses that guess they all gets kind of thoughtful and sad.

A couple of 'em don't take no more interest in us, but goes along home sighing-like, as if it wasn't no difference WHAT we sold as long as it wasn't what they was looking fur.
But purty soon one of them asts: "What KIND of medicine ?" The doctor, he tells about it.
When he finishes you never seen such a change as had come onto the faces of that bunch.

I never seen such disgusted prominent citizens in my hull life.

They looked at each other embarrassed, like they had been ketched at something ornery.