With Mary properly doctored up,
Andrew then turned his attention to
Baby. Baby wasn't sick and didn't
see why Jolks should be fussing
around her, or him, and started to
put up a holler, in its pirate-like
way, which meant kicking up its
hind legs and leading everybody a
chape around the cape. Finally, it
was cornered and subdued, and
then submitted to a plentiful throat
spray of another of Andrew's specifics.
The atomizer used made the
ordinary atomizer look like an
atom, and Andrew gave Baby the
entire contents, thereby cutting off
in the prime of life any and all
active perms lurking in Baby's
ample throat. Baby was thus
treated twice a day, after meals,
and Mary took her internal antidote
night and morning. The external
application was changed each day.
It kept Andrew busy running up
and down the step-ladder, but he
didn't complain. He takes great
pride in his giraffes and loves
them. Every now and then he
thinks of quitting the show business, but about that time Mary'll
bring her head down from on high
and rub her nose around his pockets and poke it under his arm, and
then Andrew allows as how he'll
stick around a while longer.
Mary's had three children, all
splendid specimens, and they're in
the receiving line with her afternoon and evening to greet the
public.
Some record for Mary.
Also for Andrew, the accoucheur. 