Bedelia jumped, so suddenly did D. Tablet wheel around upon her.
“And then when you don’t chew your food, what do you think happens? A few moments ago you were gobbling exactly like a p-i-g. Do you know what that spells?”
“Perfectly, independent gentleman! And I don’t care a snap what happens,” impudently retorted Bedelia.
By this time she had decided that D. Tablet was a great bore, and being still hungry, was itching to get at her neglected luncheon.
At this D. Tablet turned pinker than ever with rage. His flat little body seemed to swell up until it was nearly as round as a marble. For a moment he stood shaking with anger, and then without another word suddenly vanished, but whither they were not able to see. Whether or no he had plunged down Bedelia’s throat and once more assumed the endless task of setting her internal economy to rights, neither Sally nor the Teddy Bear had time to observe.
CHAPTER VIII
THE TALKING SIGN POST
“DON’T you think it was telling awful whoppers?” asked Bedelia, as she settled down comfortably upon her haunches and proceeded to dispose of a plump red banana with a rapidity that would certainly have called forth a rebuke from the personage to whom she referred.