 Morning, Amelia. Morning, Mary. Say, that face cream peddler's back again. Reminds me of old times. Face cream what? You know, the peddler. You know the one I mean, Mary. You must. Before the war, he used to make calls here in Valley Springs about three times a year selling his face cream. Oh, it's awful good face cream, too. I know more women that buy it and like it.