"Oh, no," sighed the little man, "I never eat."
"You never eat!" exclaimed Mary Frances.
"It may seem strange to you," said the little man, "but everything that is put into my head falls out backwards, and I simply can't eat."
"It must be dreadful!" said Mary Frances.
"It keeps me very thin," complained Toaster, "but if I'm not mistaken, your mother will eat all that toast,—if she gets it while it's hot."
"Oh, I hope so," said Mary Frances; "and I thank you so very very much."
"Good-bye!" added the little girl, as she went out of the kitchen, followed by the admiring gaze of all the Kitchen People.