Monday morning, bright and early, I met Bunch, and we buried the
hatchet.

"I hope my beloved relatives didn't disgrace me while sojourning in
your midst," he chuckled.

"Not at all," I answered airily. "Why, Uncle Cornelius was the hit
of the season with Uncle Peter, though, of course, Aunt Flora
didn't make good with that 'You betcher sweet!' monologue of hers.
How could she? Even at that, she stands better with me than some
conversational queens I know who get so busy with the gab they make
me dizzy."

About noon Bunch and I ducked for New Rochelle to do a bit of
advance work for our show.

Nobody knew us in the town, so we posed as Cameron & Connolly,
owners of the Great Hall of Illusions, and Managers of the World
Wonder and Magic King, Signor Beppo Petroskinski, and Ma'moselle
Dodo, the Oriental Queen of Mystery.

Pretty hot line of goods, eh?

We handed out the salve thing to all the paper lads and they were
for us good and plenty.

After our publicity department had been in operation for about four
hours we began to see the neighbors sit up and notice us, and we
figured on about a $1,000 opening.