She's the biggest force going, if she only knew it."
He had risen and was pacing the room.
"The advertiser has found that out, and is showing the way." He snatched
at an illustrated magazine, fresh from the press, that had been placed
upon his desk, and opened it at the first page. "Johnson's Blacking," he
read out, "advertised by a dainty little minx, showing her ankles. Who's
going to stop for a moment to read about somebody's blacking? If a saucy
little minx isn't there to trip him up with her ankles!"
He turned another page. "Do you suffer from gout? Classical lady
preparing to take a bath and very nearly ready. The old Johnny in the
train stops to look at her. Reads the advertisement because she seems to
want him to. Rubber heels. Save your boot leather! Lady in evening
dress--jolly pretty shoulders--waves them in front of your eyes.
Otherwise you'd never think of them."
He fluttered the pages. Then flung the thing across to her.
"Look at it," he said. "Fountain pens--Corn plasters--Charitable
appeals--Motor cars--Soaps--Grand pianos.
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