One's as good as another, but people may take green, or black, or mixed, as best agrees with their stomachs." "That's a very dangerous doctrine," said Mrs.Upjohn.

"Push it a little further, and you'll have babes and sucklings living on beef, and their elders dining on pap." "Humph!" ejaculated Mrs.Lane again.

"If they like it, what's the odds ?" "He-he!" snickered Miss Brooks.
"Well, now," resumed Mr.Hardcastle, "it stands to reason children should learn to like what their elders have liked before them.

That's the only decent and Christian way of living.

And as I said to my son,--to my Dick, you know" (Mr.Hardcastle had a son of whom he always spoke as if sole owner of him, and indeed solely responsible for his being),--"'Dick,' I said, when he spoke disrespectfully of Mr.Webb's prayers,--and Mr.Webb is a powerful prayer-maker, to be sure,--'Dick,' I said, 'church is like physic, and the more you don't like it, the more good it does you.