"Oh, I don't think——" Mary Frances started.
"I know!" snapped the little man. "Don't contradict me about toast! By the way," he asked, "why don't you make it into Milk Toast for your mother? it would be softer, and more palat—palat—"
"Pal-a-table," said Mary Frances.
"Yes," said he, "you know a good deal for a little girl,"—and he began to choke. Mary Frances patted him hard.
"A piece of toast?" she asked.
"No," he exclaimed in-dig-nant-ly, "a long word always makes me choke. That's why I seldom use them. Now, please read about Milk Toast."
"If you know——" sug-gest-ed Mary Frances.