dress and smiling into her lap, "you might do worse."
"And so," I said at last, "you have decided to take something down in one gulp, like an oyster! I didn't think it of you, Bess. I hope it won't give you indigestion."
"It won't," said Bess. "I never chewed anything so thoroughly in all my life. That's why I like it. You don't have to swallow a single chunk that chokes."
I shook my head. "You're mistaken, Bess," I said. "Maybe the chunks are greased and go down so easy that you don't notice."
Bess laughed. "Nope," she said, positively.
"What you going to use it for? You aren't sick, and that's all it's for."
"No, it isn't, Chet. You don't know anything about it."
"Yes, I do," I said. "The principal thing is that they don't take medicine."
Just then Uncle Rob came along. He heard what I said, and sat down beside us on the bank. "What's this you know so much about, Chet?" he said.
"Christian Science. I know all about it."
