Why, Bertram, you have no idea what perfectly wonderful things chewing does." "Yes, I've heard of that," grunted Bertram; "ten chews to a cherry, and sixty to a spoonful of soup.

There's an old metronome up-stairs that Cyril left.

You might bring it down and set it going on the table--so many ticks to a mouthful, I suppose.

I reckon, with an incentive like that to eat, just about two calories would do me.

Eh, William ?" "Bertram! Now you're only making fun," chided Billy; "and when it's really serious, too.