. American cookery . ^s 7rt^*~ &J .. y THE ONLY REASON A ROAD IS GOOD, AS EVERY WANDERER KNOWS,IS JUST BECAUSE OF THE HOMES, THE HOMES,L- %JTHE HOMES TO WHICH IT GOES. head. Now what I cant make out iswhy you city people should leave yourfurnaces and your running water tocome up here in this season. Tram-worths purty well in summer, but itswicked cold in winter. There is a boom from the pond. It isthe lusty shout of ice. Rover wags behind. The first are nowlast and the last first. In the lamplight after supper braids rugs, some one readsaloud, the rest of us fold Red Crossbandages
. American cookery . ^s 7rt^*~ &J .. y THE ONLY REASON A ROAD IS GOOD, AS EVERY WANDERER KNOWS,IS JUST BECAUSE OF THE HOMES, THE HOMES,L- %JTHE HOMES TO WHICH IT GOES. head. Now what I cant make out iswhy you city people should leave yourfurnaces and your running water tocome up here in this season. Tram-worths purty well in summer, but itswicked cold in winter. There is a boom from the pond. It isthe lusty shout of ice. Rover wags behind. The first are nowlast and the last first. In the lamplight after supper braids rugs, some one readsaloud, the rest of us fold Red Crossbandages. On the top of the high cupboard sits thewhite Angora, her eyes tightly shut, hertail wrapped gracefully around her toes,always properly together. Robert Hasbrook has a sudden fancyfor some ice-cream. From his motherspans of milk he dips off the choicestcream. He adds sugar to the the fastidious Angelina looks down,her pink nose showing a mild, patrician 496 AMERICAN COOKERY. SHORT CUTS ARE POSSIBLE interest in this performance. Out in thesnowbank goes the yellow bowl and upfrom the fruit cellar comes a jar of wildstrawberry preserves. . Frozen yel-low cream and wild strawberriespoured over the top. Oh, my! I can-not go on! From the sill outside another pair ofeyes than Angelinas gleams. Which one of the seven is that?Cornelia startles. Thats Muzzer. Muzzer! we exclaim in a singlebreath. The Muzzer you loaned uslast summer ? The Muzzer who spent thefirst day in the attic, and the secondtrying to escape by way of the chimney,and the third, — when the boys werechasing each other round the sitting room,— spread flat on her stomach and shotout the door? Yes, thats the one. She never cameback till the snow was three feet deep, andshes so wild we can do nothing with her. Her coat is rough. There is a bar-baric gleam in her eye. A day gone, a night gone. Still, thethermometer falls. Robert announcesthe temperature as we come in to break-fast. The cows are
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