She conceived a high opinion of Tono-Bungay and took it in all forms
and large quantities so long as I knew her. It didn't seem to do her any
harm. And she kept the girls going quite wonderfully.
My uncle's last addition to the Tono-Bungay group was the Tono-Bungay
Mouthwash. The reader has probably read a hundred times that inspiring
inquiry of his, "You are Young Yet, but are you Sure Nothing has Aged
your Gums?"
And after that we took over the agency for three or four good American
lines that worked in with our own, and could be handled with it; Texan
Embrocation, and "23--to clear the system" were the chief....
I set down these bare facts. To me they are all linked with the figure
of my uncle. In some of the old seventeenth and early eighteenth century
prayerbooks at Bladesover there used to be illustrations with long
scrolls coming out of the mouths of the wood-cut figures. I wish I could
write all this last chapter on a scroll coming out of the head of my
uncle, show it all the time as unfolding and pouring out from a short,
fattening, small-legged man with stiff cropped hair, disobedient glasses
on a perky little nose, and a round stare behind them.
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