the race, had entered his objection.

"Well, for the land's sakes!" he protested. "I guess you're
not the only one who likes sweet potatoes."

Fanny applied a generous dab of butter to an already buttery
morsel, and chewed it with an air of conscious virtue.

"I've got to eat a lot. This is the last bite I'll have
until to-morrow night."

"What's that?" exclaimed Mrs. Brandeis, sharply.

"Yes, it is!" hooted Theodore.

Fanny went on conscientiously eating as she explained.

"Bella Weinberg and I are going to fast all day. We just
want to see if we can."

"Betcha can't," Theodore said.

Mrs. Brandeis regarded her small daughter with a thoughtful
gaze. "But that isn't the object in fasting, Fanny--just to
see if you can. If you're going to think of food all
through the Yom Kippur services----"

"I sha'n't?" protested Fanny passionately. "Theodore would,
but I won't."