Nobody had ever tried.
“Let’s do it now,” they agreed with one accord.
“Me first,” said Mona. “It was my idea.”
They seized a plate from the table, surrounded the experimentator, and watched half a dozen large, green olives disappear.
“My word,” breathed Elsa, “she’s swallowing them whole!”
“Eight,” counted Dolly Wentworth, her cousin. “Nine, ten—my Sunday hat, doesn’t she look like a chipmunk?”
This was too much for Mona. She gulped, grabbed the plate now almost empty, and shot explosively, ten whole olives into it.
Screams of delight rewarded her.
“Look,” panted Zoe, “she hasn’t even bitten them!”
“You beast,” said Elsa, “now we can’t tell t’other from which.”