Impels us to be careful what we eat,
And makes us rather bear the ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus indigestion doth make cowards of all.
And so instead of rich meringues and pastry,
Instead of oysters, terrapin, or pie,
Give us a single fritter!
CHAPTER IX
GENIUS BURNS
‟MY hearers,” said Nan, as they all dawdled on the veranda one morning, “a truly magnificent scheme is forming itself in my fertile brain.”