It stands to reason that if you can subdue
your earthly, devilish, sensual instincts on anything, you can do it
on a diet like that. You can't fancy an angel or a Mahatma devouring
underdone beef.'
'No,' agreed Mistress Mary; 'but for that matter, the spectacle of an
angel eating dried-apple sauce doesn't appeal to my imagination.'
'It's no joking matter,' said Mrs. Grubb, with real tears in her
eyes. 'It was my interest in Theosophy that brought me to the Edenic
diet. I have good and sufficient motives for denying my appetite,
for I've got a certain goal to reach, and I'm in earnest.'
'Then here's my hand, and I respect you for it. Oh, how I should
like a hot mutton-chop at this moment!--Do forgive me.'
'I forgive you, because I can see you act up to all the light that
has been revealed to you. I don't know as I ought to be proud
because I see so much truth. My classes tell me I get these
marvellous revelations because I'm so open-minded. Now Mr. Grubb
wouldn't and couldn't bear discussion of any sort. His soul never
grew, for he wouldn't open a clink where a new idea might creep in.
He'd always accompany me to all my meetings (such advantages as that
man had and missed!), and sometimes he'd take the admission tickets;
but when the speaking began, he'd shut the door and stay out in the
entry by himself till it was time to wait upon me home.
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