“Which one do you suggest?” “You say that His great love is for economy and you take it from me they may pay a lot of money to boot-leggers and jazz-bands but deep down in their hearts the American people aint forgot that the real way to make money is to save it.” “Yes I suppose so,” he says but kind of half-hearted. “Listen to me,” I says. “It is coming on to be springtime and every man in this country is worried because he knows he has got to pay a bill for his wife’s new Easter hat. Now suppose you was to fix it that the Spokeslady was not to buy no Easter hat and you give out to all the newspapers of the world a story that She is making over Her old hat for this season don’t you know that would warm the heart of every man in the country?” Well he thinks it over but then he says, “Miss Riggs what about all the women that want to have their new hats?” “Take it from me,” I says, “The woman is fretting because her husband is spending too much on his new spring suit so let there be another story that the Spokesman is getting only a very cheap spring suit say twenty-five dollars.” “No,” he says, “that would be too cheap they would not believe that it would sound like a shipping-clerk or something.” “Well,” says I, “it happens that back in Camden New Jersey I have got a fyansay that is a shipping-clerk and it is nothing to be ashamed of,” I says. “But make it thirty-five or forty-five or fifty-five or sixty-five whatever seems right--” “Sixty-five would be about right,” he says. “And come to think of it Miss Riggs I shouldn’t wonder if you have saved the day.” “Let us hope that it is not too late,” I says. “How do you mean too late?” “I mean that He has not got His spring suit already and paid too much for it.” “But what harm would that do?” “Well,” I says, “but if it aint a true story it would be no good.” “That can be fixed up,” he says. “If the Spokesman has got a suit that is not economical enough it can be for a present to His chef up there at the big white house or maybe for the captain of His yacht,” he says. And then he rushes away right off because he thinks that if the Spokesman knows about this He may be able to get some sleep tonight which is something He needs even worse than exercise for His liver. And so then I start out for home and gee Mom it is awful because it has started to rain. There I am with my new suit and my new hat and shoes and gloves and I haven’t got my umbrella and besides it is busted and if I was to buy a new one I should not have no lunch for the rest of this week and the next. And so I stand in the doorway of the restaurant waiting for the rain to stop but it gets worse and I stand till my legs is ready to give away and the tears is running down my cheeks as bad as the rain and gee Mom it is sure awful to be a poor girl and have only one chance to look decent in your whole life-time and then see you got to lose that chance.