Norwich bulletin., 1912-12-07

if they are all alike, she might have got more in mine than in the rest, but I should think you would notice it"
 I kept tasting and tasting. Father and Fred said theirs was all right, and Jean never eats 1t. I never saw mother so amHsedI she. laughed continually. I began te find queer little bitterness in mine. I certainly thought she had put in something te make us a little bit sick.
 tFW'hy, yes, 1t does taste mere, down in the bottom said. Have cake. Jo-JoT'
 q dent know but it's dang erous to-" said Je, doubtfully Father looked at mother, and they both laughed again. Mother was fairly red in the face. But I didn't want to offend Je. so I set the example of eating cake.
 This is rather better than the other" I said. That pudding has a kind of queer taste. It isn't exactly bitter, but it doesn't taste the way it usually does. Better try a cake, Jo."
 Jo was looking at the spoonful of pudding. Tt has brown specks in fl" she said. What did you put in 1t, Mrs. DodgeT' : what do you supposef' asked mother.
 q couldn't guess. suppose I'll find out when 1t makes me sick"
 Nonsense, Jo," Jean said. "Its all alike Those specks are where the top browned a little, and mother stirred it in. There's nothing the matter with the pudding"
 But when Jo is fooled, she is fooled in good earnest. She wasn't to be convinced that that pudding was all right, and she had an idea that mother tod Q father said. Jo didn't care about talk ing medicine in that way. And didn't She was eating one of the chocolate cakes, and pretty soon she began to imagine there was something the matter with that.
 'Ts this health food, toor she asked
 Does that taste so too?'' inquired father
 Why, ft-ft has sour taste do b'lfeve. What did you put in this. Mrs. Dodge?"
 "Jean can tell you," said mother, 'tthat I put in just what l usually do. There is nothing in the cake that will make you i'll"
 But you don't say there wasn't in the pudding" said Jo. wagg1ng her head. Tt has a very queer taste. No thank you, MT. Dodge, l don't care for
  what you put in it.
 T didn't put anything in it," laughed father.
 Amy Welles and Jack Thompson came in after supper, and we forgot all about the medicated pudding. They stayed about an hour, and when they went mother asked 10 if she had be- gun to feel sick yet. :
 ''Why, no. hadn't thought of k"
 'Well, guess you won't then. must use more next time"
 More what?
 ''More-weIl, must put in something more next time. instead of talking about it."
 Why, what was there in the pud- ding?" demanded Jo. She was just actually mystffed.
 Eggs, sugar, milk, tapioca, corn starch and vanilla" said mother. '>3--. what kind of stuff to make us sick?'
 Nothing, I assure you" Jo couldn't believe 1t. "But tasted l." she said. Tt tasted bitter, didn't il, Bab?"
 'T thought 1t dtd," said. "But hardly any,
 "Yes, that's it." said mother. You thought 1t did, but it must have been your imagination. There was nothing in the pudding but tine usual ingredi- ents. It was your imagination that supplied the rest!"
 But haven't any imagination" said Jo.
 T think you have a pretty good one" laughed father. Its no use, Jo. You will have to cry quits" Honestly, wasn't there anything wrong with that pudding?" "Not thing," said mother. |" was afraid you might be sick, and might blame me for 1t. so l wanted to tell you"
 How did you ever come to do t. tfougth?' asked Jo. Father thrust a big calendar before her face. and pointed to the date, April first.
 Jo collapsed on the stairs.
 ''Well, that's one on me, Say, Bajb, you won't tell the girls, will your"
 But it was too good to keep, and before the week was ended Jo had told them all herself.