At the sewing- society the matter was fully discussed. Mrs. Greenfield, the doctor's wife, admitted that it would be an excellent match, jest a child apiece, both on 'em well brought up, used to good company, and all that; but, land's sakes! he, with his mint o' money, a'n't a-goin' to marry a poor widder that ha'n't got nothin' but her husband's pictur' and her boy,--not he!

They're bound to be whoppers, aren't they, competitive eaters? Lard-buckets. Human dumpsters. Mega-heffalumps. Not at all. This hard-to-swallow documentary comes to show us that top-class scoffers are actually athletes, not only fit but thinner than average.

They'd been discussing their getaway plans for weeks.

What a turn-up for the books, Portia thinks, what a lark!