potato from a dry one?" inquired her brother with something akin to respect in his voice.
"By breaking them open, silly boy," she answered with a gay little laugh. "As runs one, so, generally speaking, runs the whole basket. I don't look at the size or smoothness of the skin, but at the grain of the broken potato."
"Are they Maine or Long Island potatoes?" asked Mrs. Larry suddenly.
"Maine," answered Mrs. Moore. "There isn't a Long Island potato on the market to-day."
"But, Mr. Dorlon—"
"Told you so! Yes, and they always will, if you ask for Long Island potatoes. I don't take any one's word for food. The only safeguard is to know your market for yourself and ask no information of the dealer."
"Then you think there are no honest dealers?" asked Mr. Gregory.
"Lots of them," replied his brisk hostess, "but we women put a premium on misinformation and trickery by demanding what the market does not offer. We demand fresh coun-
