 I don't know what the matter is with me. I must be going out of my mind. Morning, Amelia. Morning, Mary. Say, that face cream peddler's back again. Reminds me of old times. Face cream what? You know, the peddler. You know the one I mean, Mary. You must. Before the war, he used to make calls here in Valley Springs about three times a year selling his face cream. Oh, it's awful good face cream, too. I know more women that buy it and like it.