a sudden shaft of sunlight arrived. He had another idea!

He had been lolling deliciously in bed, disdaining to notice the first
harsh summons to rise, and his mind had dwelt enviously on the brilliant
figure of Doc Macnooder. After all, even Doc Macnooder had his failures.
There was the matter of the Folding Toothbrush, which all Macnooder's
eloquence had failed to market with Bill Appleby.

"Jingo! That certainly was a bum idea," he said to himself, somewhat
comforted. "You might do something with a toothbrush, but a folding one
is a joke!"

* * * * *

All at once he sprang out of bed and, reaching the washstand in a bound,
seized the nearest tooth mug. Snorky, who, despite the present
unpleasantness, still trusted his rising instincts, catapulted out of
bed and arrived three seconds later at his side of the washstand, where
through still foggy eyes he beheld Skippy gazing at a toothbrush which
he held reverently before him as a jeweler examines a named stone.

"What the deuce?"

"Dinged if I haven't got Macnooder beat a mile!" exclaimed Skippy, who
in the first exhilaration of discovery had completely forgotten the
correspondence acquaintanceship he had imposed.

"It's about a toothbrush!" said Snorky with great intelligence.

"You bet it's about a toothbrush." But here Skippy suddenly remembered,
and the smile gave place to a frown.

"Oh, I say, Skippy! Let's call it off," said Snorky in a rush of
feeling. "It was dead rotten of me and I'm doggone sorry--honest, I
am--but you've rubbed it in enough."

"Very well, I forgive you and I shall try to forget," said Skippy, who
also had chafed under the long silence.

"What's the great idea?" said Snorky hurriedly.

"The great idea is a _Souvenir_ Toothbrush," said Skippy proudly.

* * * * *

The idea did not reach Snorky immediately, but he was too diplomatic to
show his disappointment, so he said humbly:

"I suppose it's because I'm a dumb-head, but why a souvenir
toothbrush?"

"Why a souvenir pillow-case? Why a souvenir buttonhook or a souvenir
bootjack or a footstool, necktie, lap robe, or anything souvenir?"

"All right, why?" said Snorky, who felt hurt at this assumption of
intellectual superiority.

"The bootjack doesn't make the souvenir; it's the souvenir makes the
bootjack, doesn't it?" said Skippy, who was thinking deeply.

* * * * *

Snorky had