“Is merely a case in point,” amiably. “Some people, unscientific people, might contend that it was overdone; but the initiated—that’s us—know better. Meat, particularly from the genus hog, should always be well cooked. It 111 obviates the possibility of trichina infection absolutely.”
“And those biscuits,” equivocally. “I’ll wager they’d sink like steel billets.”
Her husband inspected the articles designated with a judicial eye.
“Better so. We’re thus saved the temptation of eating them. All statistics prove that hot biscuits and dyspepsia—”
“The salad, then,” wearily.
“Hygienic beyond a doubt. The superabundance of seasoning to which you doubtless refer may be unusual; nevertheless, it’s a leaning in the right direction. Condiments of all kinds tend to stimulate the flow of the gastric juice; and that, you know, from your physiology, is what does the digestive business.”
Margery Randall laughed, against her will.
“And last of all the coffee,” she suggested.
“Frankly, as coffee, it is a little peculiar; but considered as hot water merely, it leaves nothing to be desired; and science teaches again that, like condiments, hot water—”
The two laughed together; temporarily the atmosphere cleared.