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"Well, then, there's Jacob Pffeffenfifer wants a young man in his delicatessen store." "Mrs. Trapes, I can slice ham and beef with any one on earth." "D' ye understand picklin' and seasonin'?" "Ah, there you have me again; I fear I don't." "Then you ain't no good to Jacob Pffeffenfifer!" "On second thoughts, I'm not wholly sorry," answered Ravenslee gravely.

Pffeffenfifer nearly wept tears over the virtues of that bird pledged his mortal soul for its tenderness, vowed by all the gods it had breast enough for twins! Mr. Pffeffenfifer seemed so passionately attached to that bird that I feared he meant to keep it to gloat over in selfish secrecy. But no base coin seduced him, did the trick and here it is.

Pffeffenfifer sells in such a soulfully seductive way that eats acquire virtues above and beyond their own base selves. Mr. Pffeffenfifer can infuse soul into a sausage. Behold now, eats the most alluring. See, what's this! Ah, yes, here we have, item: Salmi, redolent of garlic! Here again a head cheese, succulent and savoury; here's ham, most ravishingly pink and a Camembert cheese."

Also we have a loaf!" and from beneath one arm Ravenslee dropped a package that resolved itself into a Vienna roll. "Also, ham " "Hey, Geoff," said Spike in awe-struck tones, "are all these eats?" "Certainly. I should have brought more if I could have carried 'em." "More?" "Most decidedly. When I buy eats, my lad, I buy everything in sight that looks worth while if Mr. Pffeffenfifer sells. Mr.

It sniffs like Holy Gee, it's a roast turkey! And oh, say, Geoff she's a beaut!" "Precisely what Mr. Pffeffenfifer assured me," said Ravenslee, depositing his other burdens on the table. "Mr. Pffeffenfifer is a man educated in eats, a food fancier, an artist of the appetite! Mr. Pffeffenfifer is fat and soulful! Mr.

Pffeffenfifer!" answered Ravenslee, staring at the radiant curl, whereupon she, becoming aware of it, would have sent it into immediate retirement among its many fellows but that he stayed her humbly. "Please don't!" he said. "But it tickles!" "Well, let it!" "But why should I?" "For Arthur's sake." "Arthur's!" she laughed. "Oh, Mr. Geoffrey, as if he would ever notice!"