"My!" says Mrs. Sampson. "I never knew that before. How warm it
is! I'm as damp as I can be from dancing so much."
"That's easy to account for," says I, "when you happen to know
that you've got two million sweat-glands working all at once. If
every one of your perspiratory ducts, which are a quarter of an
inch long, was placed end to end, they would reach a distance of
seven miles."
"Lawsy!" says Mrs. Sampson. "It sounds like an irrigation ditch
you was describing, Mr. Pratt. How do you get all this knowledge of
information?"
"From observation, Mrs. Sampson," I tells her. "I keep my eyes
open when I go about the world."
"Mr. Pratt," says she, "I always did admire a man of education.
There are so few scholars among the sap-headed plug-uglies of this
town that it is a real plea
