"'The good old times are back, they say;
Now, people eat six times a day.
Nothing they eat is quite so good
As victuals, eatables and food.
They'll eat 'em cooked, they'll eat 'em raw,
While they have teeth with which to chaw.'"
"Beautiful!" exclaimed the Kitchen People.
"If that isn't too silly for anything in the world!"
It was a new voice. Mary Frances peeped out. Big Blue Pitcher was near the edge of the shelf.
"It's perfectly true, though," re-tort-ed Sauce Pan, angrily.
"There! There!" said Aunty Rolling Pin, soothingly; "don't get so excited! Of course it's true."
"You bet it's true and I can prove——"
"Oh, my ear!" cried Blue Pitcher, toppling dangerously near the edge of the shelf. "Prove it! Prove it! You can't!—you conceited id-i-o-ti-cal old Sauce Pan! I dare you!"
Over he went—Crash!!!—broken into pieces.