tall silk hat. It looked as if it needed the mange cure quite as much
as did the fur collar of his coat. And it was tipped on the side of
his head, like a crazy old mill Marmaduke had seen once, that was
about to fall in the river.

Behind the man was spread a banner with the man's name on it, Dr.
Philemon Pipp, and a big chart like those the teachers used in school.

"Whew!" whistled Jehosophat, "look at that ole bag of bones!"

For on that chart was a big picture of a skeleton, and, by the side of
the skeleton, other pictures, of a man with his skin taken off, which
showed his bones, and his muscles, and all his insides--very prettily
painted in blue and yellow and red.

That wasn't all there was on that wonderful wagon. Behind the chart,
they saw lots of bottles filled with nice black juice. It looked like
licorice water, and it made anyone's mouth water just to look at it!

But the man, Dr. Philemon Pipp, was talking.

And as he talked, he made queer gestures with his arms, as if he
wanted to scoop up all the people--or something the people had--into
his wagon. Perhaps it was their money he wanted to scoop up, though he
said nothing--as to that, just,--

"Now, gents, step up a little closer, pleeze."

Then he tilted his hat on the other side of his head, and put one hand
across his chest, the middle finger between the buttons of his vest,