eyes very serious, she asked, ‘Grandma, how many calorith ith there in thith jello?’
“And ‘Grandma’ threw back her head and laughed until half the diners in the room looked in her direction. Then she took off her glasses and wiped her eyes and said, ‘Lord love you, child, your old Grandma wouldn’t know a calory from a calumet! You’ll have to ask your up-to-date mother.’
“Then the youngster laid down her spoon and announced very positively, ‘I can’t eat thith jello leth I know if it’s got the right number of calorith!’
“And the white-haired lady answered, ‘Well, my dear, I am a pretty good physical specimen myself, and I’ve gotten along all my life without knowing whether I was eating calories or vitamines or rattlesnakes. I just go ahead and eat food that is what I want and tastes right and nothing happens to me, There won’t anything happen to you if you eat what you want for one day while you are lunching with me, and to-morrow Mother can tell you whatever it is that you want to know.’
“The baby thought that over and then she said cheerfully, ‘All right. I’ll dust eat it and thee what it doth to me! Maybe it will reduthe my hipths. Don’t you think they sthick out a little too much?’
“I looked at the little person carefully. She had the brightest eyes and the finest skin. You could see away down into her cheeks, Her lips were so red and her flesh looked so firm that I thought to myself, ‘Well, whatever
