PATSY MAKES PROGRESS Meantime Patsy was in the thick of the fray.

The druggist was a deep-dyed Democrat, and sniffed when she asked him what he thought of Forbes for Representative.
"He's no politician at all--just an aristocrat," declared Latham, a dapper little man with his hair slicked down to his ears and a waxed moustache.

"And he's got fool notions, too.

If he stopped the advertising signs I wouldn't sell half as many pain-killers and liver-pills." "He's my cousin," said Patsy, mendaciously; for although they called themselves cousins there was no relationship even of marriage, as Patsy's Aunt Jane had merely been betrothed to Kenneth's uncle when he died.
"I'm sorry for that, miss," replied the druggist.

"He's going to be badly beaten." "I think I'll take two ounces of this perfumery.