. The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics. Pieces from Rogers Set of this period rarely have handles, andthe saucers are very deep. The grand- 264 THE BOSTON COOKING-SCHOOL MAGAZINE mothers tell us that the steaming bev-erage was deftly poured in and sippedfrom the deep saucer, while the cupwas placed in a tiny cup plate pro-vided for the purpose. The Shelterd Peasants is a rareand charming design of old Stafford-shire. The price of old china is relative,depending largely upon the regard inwhich it is held by its present owner. Collectors place high prices
. The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics. Pieces from Rogers Set of this period rarely have handles, andthe saucers are very deep. The grand- 264 THE BOSTON COOKING-SCHOOL MAGAZINE mothers tell us that the steaming bev-erage was deftly poured in and sippedfrom the deep saucer, while the cupwas placed in a tiny cup plate pro-vided for the purpose. The Shelterd Peasants is a rareand charming design of old Stafford-shire. The price of old china is relative,depending largely upon the regard inwhich it is held by its present owner. Collectors place high prices on thetreasures they possess, but as a gen-eral rule they have paid far less thanthey ask. People, even in remote partsof the country, have learned there is amoney value in the once neglecteddishes, and if willing to part with themexpect fair prices, though it is cheaperto buy from country homes than townshops, and one feels more certain thather old blue is Grandmothers Play Set The Clocks Story By Agnes Lockhart Hughes Tick, tock, the minutes glide away, The hour of One is born;And with this infant comes a ray Of peeping, struggling morn. But, ah! it fades so very fast,While in its wake comes Two; But soon this hour breathes his lastAnd Three appears to view. Then springs to life the child of Four, That heralds rosy dawn,As creeping through the open door, Five comes with golden morn. Now Six and Seven softly chime,And lose themselves in Eight; While down the gilded aisle of timeTicks Nine with strident gait. But he, too, must give place erelong To Ten, his sands to run;And so Eleven tunes his song, To greet the noonday sun. Alas! for Twelve, his boisterous mirthGives place to sighs at last; For sixty minutes after birthHis reign is of the past. The clock ticks on; times silver wingSweeps back no page of day; Life never held a bitter sting,But yet it passed away. Cousin Theodosia By Mrs. A. T. Frost H ES very plain looking, re-marked Aun
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