BREAKFAST TABLE TALK.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXII, Issue 18943, 14 February 1925, Page 4 (Supplement)

BREAKFAST TABLE TALK.

Don't want, porridge, Nurse, or eggio," grumbled Jane. "Masty, dull, Horrid breakfast. Want to, get down." "Now you just sit. there, Miss Jane, till you cut up all your nice breakfast, like a good girl." Nurse went out of the room and closed the door behind her with a. snap. .jane sat quite still for a whole minute. Then she stirred her porridge. "That's r. at, child," murmured a, very small voice. "You just taste me. and see how good 1 am. Your breakfast is not "nasty, horrid, dull." If you knew where all the things on the, breakfast-table came from, and their adventures—why, you'd spend all day thinking about them." "A nice fat brown hen ?,en< mo to you," said the egg, "with her 1., «e. "Cackle, cackle," she shouted. "This is a lovely egg; it, will just do for .lane Herriot." Then 1 was packed in a box with a lot more eggs, and off we came to London town. And here. I am, on youv plate, just as Mrs. Hen wished." "I came from a dark place underground," whispered the salt. "First of all, ] was hard and rather dirty—almost like a rock. Men dug me up and sent me to a funny factory place, where there was a lot of machinery. They did a, whole lot of funny things to me, (ill 1 began to wonder if 1 was still 1! All the time I got whiter, and purer, and more like snow.'' 'Now, suppose, you've never been to the Spice Isles, Jane." said the pepper. "A fine place, you know; always very hot there, my dear, and such forests! I should like you to see them. When 1 lived there I was just a little berry growing 011 a pepper plant—and in those days no one ever sneezed at the sight of me, like they do in this country!" "Aitchoo ! aitchoo!" said Jane. "I also came from the East," shouted 1 voice from inside the teapot. ".From Ceylon, to be exact. Once I was a, lot of nice green leaves growing oil a bush. 1, too, was picked and dried and sorted and--" "Oh, your story is very much like the tepper's," interrupted the marmalade tidely. "Now [ was once an orange in Spain a lovely round, big orange--but our and bitter! Then one day—what do mi think'' I was wrapped iu paper, put nto a case, and the next, thing 1 knew . was being mixed with sugar from th< Vest Indies and made into marmalade." "And very nice, too," said the sugai sweetly. "I think —" Then the door opened, and nurse hustled in. "All, you're getting on with your breakfast, Jane, that's right," "Wish I could have, heard all about the milk and sugar and porridge and bread," sighed Jane. And nurse looked nuzzled. After all, 1. don't, wonder—do