“I fear the sudden honor is too much for you, Jim. You used to be rather a merry youth. To-night you remind me of a graveyard gate post. Why so sad?”
“I’m tired,” murmured Jim.
“Then, Jim dear,” said Mrs. Hazard, “I really think you had better not eat any more cake. I’m sure that must be your fifth slice. And you ate a great big supper.”
“You don’t mean to say you’ve been counting the slices!” ejaculated Poke. “Why, that’s not like you, Lady.”
“She couldn’t count all you’ve eaten,” declared Hope. “You’re a—a gridjon!”
“A what-on?” asked Poke anxiously.
“A gridjon. A gridjon is a person who eats too much.”
“Webster or Hazard?” laughed Jeffrey.
“It’s a perfectly good word of my own,” replied Hope with dignity.