"No," answered Mary Frances, seriously, "but I meant she does such funny things: Last summer, she told Elvin Phelps if he didn't keep his bees from stealing honey out of her flowers, she'd shoot them—she (oh, dear!)—wanted—him—to tie each one—by his hind leg—to keep—them—home—oh, dear," laughed Mary Frances.
"What did he do?" asked Aunty Rolling Pin, anxiously.
"He told her (excuse my laughing—but it's so funny!) he would rather—put a 'No Trespassing' sign up in her garden for them to read! Ho-ho! Tee-hee." Mary Frances shook with laughter.
Silence in the kitchen until Mary Frances felt a tug at her tug at her dress.
Looking down, she spied Toaster Man.
"Yes, you may speak," she smiled.
"Thank you,—I don't like to suggest, but a Dropped Egg on Toast would——"
"Be grand!" finished Mary Frances. "I'm sure I saw that recipe; yes, this is it!"