Although a married man of nearly a year's standing, Ginger was still moving about a magic world in a state of dazed incredulity, unable fully to realize that such bliss could be. Ginger in his time had seen many things that looked good from a distance, but not one that had borne the test of a closer acquaintance--except this business of marriage. Marriage, with Sally for a partner, seemed to be one of the very few things in the world in which there was no catch. His honest eyes glowed as he watched her. Sally broke into a little splutter of laughter. “Ginger, look at this!” He reached down and took the slip of paper which she held out to him. The following legend met his eye, printed in bold letters: POPP'S OUTSTANDING SUCCULENT----APPETIZING----NUTRITIOUS. (JUST SAY “POP!” A CHILD CAN DO IT.) Ginger regarded this cipher with a puzzled frown. “What is it?” he asked. “It's Fillmore.” “How do you mean?” Sally gurgled. “Fillmore and Gladys have started a little restaurant in Pittsburg.” “A restaurant!” There was a shocked note in Ginger's voice. Although he knew that the managerial career of that modern Napoleon, his brother-in-law, had terminated in something of a smash, he had never quite lost his reverence for one whom he considered a bit of a master-mind. That Fillmore Nicholas, the Man of Destiny, should have descended to conducting a restaurant--and a little restaurant at that--struck him as almost indecent. Sally, on the other hand--for sisters always seem to fail in proper reverence for the greatness of their brothers--was delighted. “It's the most splendid idea,” she said with enthusiasm. “It really does look as if Fillmore was going to amount to something at last. Apparently they started on quite a small scale, just making pork-pies...” “Why Popp?” interrupted Ginger, ventilating a question which was perplexing him deeply. “Just a trade name, silly. Gladys is a wonderful cook, you know, and she made the pies and Fillmore toddled round selling them. And they did so well that now they've started a regular restaurant, and that's a success, too. Listen to this.” Sally gurgled again and turned over the letter. “Where is it? Oh yes! '... sound financial footing. In fact, our success has been so instantaneous that I have decided to launch out on a really big scale. It is Big Ideas that lead to Big Business. I am contemplating a vast extension of this venture of ours, and in a very short time I shall organize branches in New York, Chicago, Detroit, and all the big cities, each in charge of a manager and each offering as a special feature, in addition to the usual restaurant cuisine, these Popp's Outstanding Pork-pies of ours. That done, and having established all these branches as going concerns, I shall sail for England and introduce Popp's Pork-pies there...' Isn't he a little wonder!”