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Dingley, was sure the boy was a midget because her
daughter had married a coronet player, out of a
Chautauqua tent, who, losing his lip, had taken her
money to open the Smalter Pharmacy right on the
Dingley Green. Whatever the cause, Samuel Ignatius
Dingley Smalter, was extremely short, though certainly
not a dwarf.
"As perfect proportioned as you or me," Orchid
O'Neal told her sister. "And Sarah, you should see his
little sink and toilet Miss Dingley ordered in just his size
when he first came there to live, and cute as a
dollhouse. And socks and boxer shorts no bigger than
your Francis's, stacked up in his drawers neat as a pin
with all his pills. He orders his T-shirts, I've seen the
packages come in, from Saks Fifth Avenue in the
children's department. Quite a savings, he says too, in
his joking way, buying in boys' sizes, menswear being
so overpriced.
Well, you know that's a fact better than most."
Sarah MacDermott did indeed know it, for she had
five weedy sons and an overweight husband. "Joe, Jr.,"
she grimaced in agreement. "You remember the blue