“I was so hungry I just felt as if I had to chew something,” she protested. “You know well enough what breakfast was like, Jerry Meredith. I COULDN’T eat scorched porridge and my stomach just felt so queer and empty. The gum helped a lot—and I didn’t chew VERY hard. I didn’t make any noise and I never cracked the gum once.”
“You mustn’t chew gum in church, anyhow,” insisted Jerry. “Don’t let me catch you at it again.”
“You chewed yourself in prayer-meeting last week,” cried Faith.