“I’ll give you a riddle. What is it that has to be in most everything we eat, or else it isn’t good? I’ll answer because you couldn’t possibly guess. It’s salt.
“You could hardly enjoy a meal without me. What would a table be without the salt box? And as for birthday parties, they just couldn’t have them if I vanished from the earth.”
“‘Tisn’t true,” cried Orange. “A party I was at once was almost ruined because of you. You worked into the ice cream, and what’s a party without ice cream? No one could eat it and the children cried!”
“That’s true,” said Salt. “I forgot to tell you that while a little of me is most necessary, too much of a good thing is worse than nothing.
“Now my twin brother will tell you of himself.”
Black Pepper, dressed in a black velvet suit and cap, politely bowed as he removed his hat.
“Kechoo! Kechoo!” sneezed the audience.
“Put your cap on quickly,” whispered Salt; “don’t you see you are making them sneeze?”
“Oh, pardon me!” apologised Pepper. “I didn’t think that politeness would cause such distress. My story is very short.