There was an egg and spoon race, a walking match, an apple-eating contest, with the apples suspended by strings from the low branch of a tree, to be eaten without aid from the hands, and various other stunts of a similar nature. The morning passed like magic. Each new set of contestants seemed funnier than the preceding one. Nora won the coveted box of stationery.
They eat an awful lot of apples in our country. That is what makes so many of our women as flat as boards, in front and behind especially in the Eastern States. It's apple-eating. Apples ought to be taxed. They ruin the female figure. I'm not sure that they don't sour the character as well." "Don't you care about our English vegetables?" "Can't say I'm much in love with them, Mr. Heard.