Raspberry Jam by Carolyn Wells
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could do it first rate and maybe make easy money. I don't deny
I'm out after the coin. I've got to get my living, and if I'd rather do it by gulling the public, why, it's no more than many a better man does." "Right you are," said Elliott. "So, 's I say, I read this piece that told just how to do it, and I set to work. You may think it's funny, but the first step was working my forehead muscles." "Whatever for?" cried Aunt Abby, who was listening, perhaps most intently of all. "I'll tell you, in a jiffy, ma'am," and Hanlon smiled respectfully at the eager old face. "You see, if you'll take notice, the muscles of your forehead, just above your eyebrows, work whenever you shut or open your eyes. Yes, try it, ma'am," as Aunt Abby wrinkled her forehead spasmodically. "Shut your eyes, ma'am. Now, cover them closely with the palm of your left hand. Press it close--so. Now, with your hand there, open your eyes slowly, and feel your forehead muscles go up. They have to, you can't help it. Now, that's the keynote of the whole thing." "Clear as Erebus!" remarked Hendricks. "I don't get you, Steve." "Nor I," and Eunice sat with her hand against her eyes, drawing her lovely brows into contortions. |
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