MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



erally constituted my pieces de resistance. 

 A mere seasoning of chocolate could now 

 and then be indulged in with safety, for 

 other sweets they had no fancy, but the 

 highest measure of appreciation was be- 

 stowed on a concoction of malted milk, pre- 

 scribed for me during days of invalidism. 

 Can you not picture to yourself the aston- 

 ishment of the physician when, on entering 

 the room, he saw first one bird and then 

 the other taking a sip from the spoon, while 

 I came in for a modest third share? 



A little raw beef, unsalted, appeared now 

 and then in their menu, and occasional 

 dainty bits of lettuce and celery vyere 

 greatly appreciated by them. Jenny, with 

 her cosmopolitan, democratic tastes, would 

 sometimes gather and devour wild onions 

 during her rambles in the fields. There 

 never was any difficulty in convicting her of 

 the deed, for the atmosphere of the most 

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