. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . ing, that the alarm clock was , really, the rooster makes so muchmore noise than the alarm clock thatwe now trust him. Incidentally, the eggs that the poul-try produced were very never knew what genuine fresheggs weie until we kept our own eggs are never sold in the marketmen sell something that isan apology for them. But Iheir eggs—I mean the eggs the marketmen sell—are at the very least a week old;for farmers never take eggs to market
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . ing, that the alarm clock was , really, the rooster makes so muchmore noise than the alarm clock thatwe now trust him. Incidentally, the eggs that the poul-try produced were very never knew what genuine fresheggs weie until we kept our own eggs are never sold in the marketmen sell something that isan apology for them. But Iheir eggs—I mean the eggs the marketmen sell—are at the very least a week old;for farmers never take eggs to marketless than a week old, except at Easter-time. It may seem absurd to housekeepersin the city, but I never begin cookingwithout consulting our hens. I do notmean that I consult their appetites-but their egg-laying propensities. Forexample, if 1 want to make an angelcake (which reciuires the whites ofeleven eggs) then I must first find outwhat the daily average of eggs laid our hens are producing adozen or more eggs each day, I neverhesitate to make angel cake. But if THE SUBURBANITE 17 l»!|*fl. ^;^^- Road Nol Far from Plainfidd there is only one hen which has thelaying habit, then I must needs makea one-egg cake. The city housewife can not under-stand how a housekeepei in the countrywill delay hei- baking until the henslay. But it is easily explained. Ialways wait for the fresh eggs whencooking, even if I can not begin untilnearly noon to do the days baking. Assoon as I hear a gieat cackling in thehennery, then I send Alice or John tobring in the harvest. Our cookingthen proceeds in regular order. One day the old black hen disap-pointed us. As she was the only blackhen we had, we called her Topsy. Ihad waited two houis for eggs and wasgetting impatient. Finally, I decidedthat the hen only bluffing and didnot intend to furnish me with the es-sential for my cake. So I went to thehen house to find out, if possible, justwhat was the matter. When I wenttowar
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