“Moreover, if you come to the store, you see articles offered at ‘special’ prices, legitimate sales, due to the fact that the modern grocer of a chain of stores like the Dorlon stores has opportunities to buy at cut prices for cash. No delivery clerk has time to tell you about the ‘specials’ offered in the store each morning, and such information is not given over the telephone. But it is announced on placards all over the store, so that you will not miss it if you come in.” Mr. Benton glanced over Mrs. Larry’s smartly tailored hat to the front of the store, which was rapidly filling up. “I’m afraid I’ve talked too long. Perhaps I have bored you?” “Not a bit,” exclaimed Mrs. Larry. “I feel as if we had only glimpsed the real possibilities of reducing the cost of living by grocery knowledge. I wish our club could hear you talk.” “What sort of a club is it?” inquired Mr. Benton. “Oh, it’s not an organization and it has no name. It’s just a few neighbors who are investigating the high cost of living--husbands and wives--we women investigate and our husbands help us to draw conclusions. I am sure the husbands would like to hear you talk. But I suppose you’re always busy evenings?” “Never too busy to be of service to my firm or to my customers.” “Then you will meet with us some evening?” asked Mrs. Larry eagerly. “If you will tell me what you want me to talk about--yes.” “Oh, there is so much we want to know,” said; Mrs. Larry. “The comparative cost of package and bulk goods, for instance.” “And adulteration,” suggested Claire. “Substitution is quite as important,” added Mr. Benton. “Oh, will you?” said Mrs. Larry. “Yes, any night except Thursday. And, if you like, I’ll bring a small exhibit with me.” “That will be splendid!” said Mrs. Larry. “Let’s make it next Wednesday night. And now, I intend to put some of your policies into practise. I’m going to look up your ‘specials.’ My goodness gracious!” she added, conscience-stricken, “every word you say is true. I have not been in this store for more than a month.” Mr. Benton smiled and crooked his finger at a passing clerk. “Show Mrs. Hall our specials for to-day. I think she’ll be interested.” Claire and Mrs. Larry followed the clerk from counter to stand. “This morning we are selling best eggs at thirty-seven cents a dozen. Yesterday you paid forty-one cents a dozen for the same eggs. To-morrow you may pay it again. To-day’s drop in price is due to a glutted market. Those eggs are perfectly fresh, and will keep in your refrigerator for a week. Here are hams at nineteen cents a pound, ordinarily sold at twenty-two. This cut is due to the fact that our firm bought a carload direct from the packer. To-day you can buy a basket of sweet potatoes for nineteen cents. To-morrow they may be twenty or twenty-two.” Just at this moment an order boy called out: “Mrs. Blank, one quart of sweets.” “What do they cost a quart?” asked Claire. “Ten cents,” answered the clerk.