How it opens
The Sellers cottage stood at the ragged edge of Washington City, genteel the way a coat is genteel after the elbows go.
Inside it lived a wife, a daughter, a dreamer, and you, Washington Hawkins, secretary to the dreamer by love and by default.
Washington, my boy, the mind that cannot see wealth lying about unclaimed is not an American mind.
Concentrated nourishment, Wash, tablets. One tablet, one dinner, at a cent a tablet.
The armies of Europe will eat out of our hands, which will contain tablets.
The armies of Europe are eating real dinners at present, Colonel, out of real hands.