This was the most prominent of the placards, and was nailed to the top
of the booth. On the right side of this was:
LISENSED TO SELL SONNITS
ON THE PREMISSES.
Off to the left, printed in red crayon, the curious old man had tacked
this:
EPIKS WROTE WHILE
YOU WEIGHT.
Besides these signs, on the counter of this little stand were arranged a
dozen or more piles of manuscript, and behind each of these piles were
short sticks holding up small cards marked "five cents an ounce," "ten
cents a pound," and back of all a larger card, which read:
SPESHUL DISSCOUNTS TO ALL
COSTUMERS ORDERING
BY THE TUN.
"This looks like business," said Whistlebinkie.
"Yes," said Mollie, with a laugh. "Like the peanut business."
Gyp said nothing for a moment, but after sniffing it all over began to
growl at a placard at the base of the stand on which was drawn by the
Unwiseman's unmistakable hand the picture of two small dogs playing
together with a line to this effect: