Yes, Sister Pinkham, I've got an excellent fan right here, an' you shall have it.
Mrs. Pinkham believed with all her heart that it was possible.
Sister Pinkham's affectionate thoughts were evidently following her old friend.
If you do not understand your ailments write to Mrs. Pinkham, Lynn, Mass.
"I'm Joe Silver," said that young upstart over Pinkham's shoulder.
Miss Pinkham returned to the piazza and repeated the whole story.
"Your hours are numbered on one hand," said Pinkham to himself.
Somehow, and God alone knew how, Pinkham had wounded the beast!
Many women were utterly discouraged, and life lacked all joy to them when they wrote Mrs. Pinkham, Lynn, Mass.
Sister Pinkham laughed at first, but said her say with spirit.