“Do you suppose there exists any one who could grow beyond the temptation of eating candy of any kind?” asked Joanne.
“Of course. I know ever and ever so many who spurn it.”
“I don’t wish to doubt your veracity, but that is hard to believe,” returned Joanne with a sigh. “My grandparents don’t. Tell me where to find a spurner and off goes this box post haste.”
“Why not send it to your friend, Mrs. Marriott? She will have the judgment to know when to stop eating it.”
“The very thing!” declared Joanne. “You have saved my life, Win. I will do it up at once and we can mail it on our way to Clausie’s.”
“Mrs. Marriott will think it a pretty attention,” Winnie went on, “and if she is such a person as you describe she will be discreet. Moreover you won’t have to see it standing around where you can cast longing looks at it.”
“You don’t think I should keep it for the grandparents?” asked Joanne pausing in her act of tying a string.
“Haven’t they had any?”
“Oh, yes, a lot.”
“As much as is good for them, probably. You can make some more when this has passed out of their memories.”