“Breakfast is the only meal I don’t have with you, so I don’t know,” replied the Health Master, who was a very early riser. “But I should say you were eating the wrong things, perhaps.”
“How could that be?” said Mrs. Clyde. “Tom has the simplest kind of breakfast, and it’s the same every day.”
“Well, there you are.” The Health Master’s tone assumed that the solution was found.
“Where are we?” queried Mr. Clyde. “I’m up in the air!”
“What is this remarkably regular breakfast?”
“Eggs, rolls, and coffee.”
“Oh! Eggs every morning?”
“Two of them. Medium boiled.”
“Not even the method is varied. Same eggs, same preparation every morning, seven days a week, four weeks a month, twelve months—”
“No. That’s my winter breakfast only.”