the store, so that you will not miss it if you come in."
Mr. Benton glanced over Mrs. Larry's smartly tailored hat to the front of the store, which was rapidly filling up.
"I'm afraid I've talked too long. Perhaps I have bored you?"
"Not a bit," exclaimed Mrs. Larry. "I feel as if we had only glimpsed the real possibilities of reducing the cost of living by grocery knowledge. I wish our club could hear you talk."
"What sort of a club is it?" inquired Mr. Benton.
"Oh, it's not an organization and it has no name. It's just a few neighbors who are investigating the high cost of living—husbands and wives—we women investigate and our husbands help us to draw conclusions. I am sure the husbands would like to hear you talk. But I suppose you're always busy evenings?"
"Never too busy to be of service to my firm or to my customers."
"Then you will meet with us some evening?" asked Mrs. Larry eagerly.
