“Fruit acids make one thin, I read,” Bess stated, “so I had these made to order.”
“Bess Robinson, you never did!” voiced her sister in surprised accents.
“Why shouldn’t I? They didn’t cost any more than the others. All the candy shop did was to dip their regular lime and lemon drops into chocolate for me.”
“Well!” exclaimed Belle. “Did you hear that, Cora?”
There was no reply from the girl at the wheel. She and Paul were busy talking.
“Let her alone,” urged Bess. “She knows about my candy. I told her.”
“Yes, don’t disturb ’em,” agreed Walter. “But I want something more substantial than candy. Didn’t you bring anything else, Bess?”
“Yes, we have a nice lunch, but I’m not going to have you spoil your appetite by eating now,” declared Belle.
“You don’t know how hard it is to spoil his appetite,” laughed Jack. “I’ve tried several times to find out just where the vanishing point is, but I haven’t succeeded. I’ve begun to believe that his appetite is like the poor—always with us—or him.”
“Base traitor!” retorted Walter, reaching out to punch Jack, but finding him too far away he did not exert himself.