. The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics . y a short time agoI saw one making a basket. As sheacted strangely, I approached nearenough to see that she was using ani-line dyes. I told her that would neverdo, and offered to pay a good sum forthe next basket she did in which shehad used the old vegetable dyes. Other industrial work taught theIndian children are farming, garden-ing, care of stock, and use of tools forthe boys, and sewing, knitting, ironing,and washing for the girls. UncleSam provides liberally for the children,and gives them three uniforms, o
. The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics . y a short time agoI saw one making a basket. As sheacted strangely, I approached nearenough to see that she was using ani-line dyes. I told her that would neverdo, and offered to pay a good sum forthe next basket she did in which shehad used the old vegetable dyes. Other industrial work taught theIndian children are farming, garden-ing, care of stock, and use of tools forthe boys, and sewing, knitting, ironing,and washing for the girls. UncleSam provides liberally for the children,and gives them three uniforms, onefor work and play, one for the school-room, and a Sunday best. Goodwholesome food appears on the tables,and turkey dinners mark the English is frequently an unknowntongue to the Indian on entering theschools, the children have to be taughtthe language. They learn it with apti-tude, however, and that they differ lit-tle from other children is seen in thesentiment expressed by one boy, whowrote in a composition, I would ratherhave to eat turkey every day Candy Boxes with Dolls dressed in Crepe Paper Rachel Tremlin: Banquet Supervisor A Story in Three Chapters By Frances Campbell Sparhawk Chapter III SHE clasped me in her You dear, precious Rachel! Howlovely it is to hug you! Itsyears since I have done it; and youvebeen growing so dignified and haughty,while Im just the same goosie as ever. But for the moment I was sobbingwith joy, like the goosie she calledherself. Let them alone! announced Theyre just two school-girl lovers. Theyll have to get it overby themselves. And he presented After a moment I introduced myvisitors, who were effusive to It happened that they didnot go before Helens questions andreminiscences had been poured outupon me. And how is your lovelymamma, Rachel? she cried, thedaintiest lady that ever walked theground,—a genuine patrician, and shelooks it. So does— Dearie, go andask your mo
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