. The yellow angel. sicknessat the end of the first week, after Chang leftus, she went on. I know I was called intothe kitchen a thousand times, When I wasnot showing that unreasonable girl wherethings were kept, I was explaining the simplestdetails of existence. Then she was always tap-ping on my bedroom door. How did I likepotatoes—smashed or cooked in cream? Didwe have our steak rare or well done ? Wheredid I keep the tea caddy? Was our coffee tobe weak or strong? Well, said her husband, I can see noharm in the questions. Harml she exclaimed; it is not a matterof ethics, simply of common se
. The yellow angel. sicknessat the end of the first week, after Chang leftus, she went on. I know I was called intothe kitchen a thousand times, When I wasnot showing that unreasonable girl wherethings were kept, I was explaining the simplestdetails of existence. Then she was always tap-ping on my bedroom door. How did I likepotatoes—smashed or cooked in cream? Didwe have our steak rare or well done ? Wheredid I keep the tea caddy? Was our coffee tobe weak or strong? Well, said her husband, I can see noharm in the questions. Harml she exclaimed; it is not a matterof ethics, simply of common sense. I supposeaU family cooks the world over, with the excep-tion of Orientals, ask for details; but who everheard of a Chinaman boring his mistress abouttrifles? Why, a first-class Celestial simplyfinds out for himself how one likes things and•where they are kept. For the first thirty-sishours in a new place he watches like a hawk—after that he understands the personaltastes of his household. Im just tired to. J^OW you think I look T QUEUE OF CENTURIES 97 death looking after a cooks backbone; myown aches most of the time now. I suppose itsounds selfish, but I had forgotten that cookshave spines; Chang never complained of his,and I have been used to having all the neu-ralgia and bad feelings myself. A sort of vicarious arrangement, sug-gested the husband. I should not feel so distressed, she wenton, if it were not for my ruined Lent. I haveindeed been a miserable sinner throughout; Ihave not gained a particle of spiritual I suppose I shall have to give up allthought of an Easter hat, and put the moneyon the collection plate instead. I must dosomething to get straight with my conscience,she sighed regretfully. I have been doing pretty well lately, theman acknowledged. You had better get thebonnet. Perhaps I might give up something else,she agreed; then visibly brightened. I knowwhat I can do—dispense with our usual Easterdinner party! There is simply no use t
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