Chapter 8
Matthew came home from work that evening in high spirits. “I’ve been allowed to branch out,” he explained excitedly to George as they sat at supper. “Listen to this: ‘Smooth away the years with Marley’s Miracle Age Reducing Ointment’.” That’s all mine—and would you believe, Mr. Marley likes it so much he’s going to put the word ‘Miracle’ in the name of his product?”
George laughed, delighted for his friend. “Congratulations! Does it work, by the way?”
“What, the ointment? Blowed if I know—or did you imagine I was actually a fifty-year-old roué, counterfeiting my youthful looks with the aid of some proprietary preparation?”
“If that were true, you’d be an astonishingly good advertisement for the stuff all by yourself!”
“Now there’s a thought. And quite an enticing one. Just t
