“Willyoukindlyreferee，“saidhe，forgivingly，totheleader，“anddecidewhichofthemsmearsistheawfulest？“
Buttheleaderlookedtheotherwayandplayeduponamouth-organ。
“Well，thatsavesmemoney，“saidMr。McLean，jinglinghispocket。“I
guessyou’vebothwon。“Hehandedeachofthemadollar。“Now，“hecontinued，“Ijustdassentshowthesebootsuptown；sothistimeit’sadollarforthebestshine。“
Thetwowentpalpitatingattheirbrushesagain，andtheleaderplayedhismouth-organwithbrilliantunconcern。Lin，tallandbroodingleanedagainstthejuttingsillofthewindow，afiguresomehowplainlystrangeintown，whilethroughthebrightplate-glassSantaClaus，holdingouthisbeerandsausages，perpetuallybeamed。