DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

"Well," says I, "I'd like to learn that."
"Would you?" says he, kind o' laughing at himself
and me too, and yet kind o' enthusiastic, "well,
then, the first thing you have to do is learn how to
sell corn salve. Any one that can sell corn salve
can sell anything. There's a farmhouse right over
there, and I'll give you your first lesson right now.
Rummage around in that satchel there under the
seat and get me a tin box and some corn salve
labels."
I found a lot of labels, and some boxes too. The
labels was all different sizes, but barring that they
all looked about the same to me. Whilst I was
sizing them up he asts me agin was they any corn
salve ones in there.
"What colour label is it, Doctor Kirby?" I
asts him. Fur they was blue labels and white labels
and pink labels.
He looks at me right queer. "Can't you read
the labels?" he says, right sharp.
"Well," I says, "I never been much of a reader
when it comes to different kind of medicines."
"Corn salve is spelled only one way," says he.
"That's right," I says, "and you'd think I orter
be able to pick out a common, ordinary thing like
corn salve right off, wouldn't you?"
"Danny," he says, "you don't mean to tell me
you can't read anything at all?"
"I never told you nothing of the kind."
He picks out a label.
"If you can read so fast, what's that?" he asts.
She is a pink one. I thinks to myself; she either
is corn salve or else she ain't corn salve. And it