It delighted him to look into the huge bake ovens where first the wheat was baked in big brown loaves, before it was broken up into biscuit form. I thought of Hank Spalton and how he was supposed to have grown strong on a diet of Best o' Wheat.
It was customary to serve sight-seers, in a dining room kept for that purpose, with Best o' Wheat and cream, and wheat coffee ... free....
With a little reluctance Dan sat down and ate.
"Hum! that was good; but look here, Buzzer" (that was the nickname he had invented for me) you mustn't tell Mubby."
"Mubby?"
"That's what mother and I call my father."
"Of course I won't tell him ... and now we must go to a restaurant and have something real to eat."
"I can't. I don't dare. But I'll sit and watch you eat."
I ordered a steak, and persuaded Dan, finally, to have one too.
"If it's not good for people to eat, why does it taste so good?" mooted Dan meditatively....