“Um-m!” said Chub rapturously. Then he repeated the remark, but with a note of doubt. Then he shot a puzzled look at Harry, who dropped her eyes quickly and devoured her sandwich so hurriedly that she choked and had to be slapped on the back by Dick. During this diversion Chub glanced frowningly at the doughnut in his hand, dropped it surreptitiously into his pocket and took a banana. When Harry looked again the doughnut had disappeared and her face expressed relief. Then Dick reached for one.
“How are Harry’s doughnuts, Chub?” he asked.
“Great!” said Chub with extraordinary, even suspicious, enthusiasm.
“Well, they certainly look fine,” replied Dick, setting his teeth into one.
“They surely do,” agreed Roy, following his example. “Aren’t you going to have one, Harry?”
“Please,” said Harry, her hand stretched toward the plate and her gaze on Dick.
Dick was munching his first mouthful somewhat gingerly and viewing the doughnut with surprise. There was a moment of silence. Then,
“I say, Harry,” blurted Dick, “what the dickens did you put into these things?”
“Why?” she faltered.