Coty

Shucks, Mr. Coty, practically none of that twenty-five cents you spend to buy a cake of soap goes for soap.

In a field which we visit, not very far from Kit's Coty House, is another group of stones, called the "countless stones."

We would not pass Kit's Coty House without going near it to touch it, and to look at it curiously with our own eyes.

Mr. Coty took it, stared down at it, turned it over in his hands.