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had heard Frederick say that he w

The Yeu.g wife, FSrst Rs.ay In Ceskery.
| had heard Frederick say that he was
particularly fond Of green pea soup, and,
desirous of giving him treat, and proving
my own skill at the same time, sent some
distance for the peas, and with the assist
ance OF an old cookery book. commenced
operations. All went off well Tor about an
hour: l stirred, stirred, and added salt and
pepper in profusion, to the great contempt
OF my cook, who caught two or three
times making faces behind my back; but
this affected me little, my whole soul being
in the great black saucepan that was hub
bling away over the fire. So fully persuaded
was | that ii would turn out the best soup
ever tasted, that induced Frederick to 20
without luncheon that day, promising him,
with mysterious looks, compensation at din
ner time. At length it struck me that my
soup did not thicken as it ought to do; but.
on referring TO the book, perceived that |
had followed the directions there laid down,
TO the very letter, and concluding that IT
would come all night in the end, / prepared
to leave the kitchen, with many charges 10
cook not to disturb my compound on any
pretence whatever. The saucepan was so
large dor was bent upon having enough
for two days. that it occupied the whole Of
the FIRE, and nothing else could be cooked
that day, at least 50 the horrid woman de-
clared, with an impudent sheer, and re-
piled that il was Of no consequence, as both
Mr.. Weston and myself should make our
dinner of tie soup. This elected another
contemptuous laugh, and | Immediately
made resolution to dismiss the creature
next day, and undertake the cooking myself
for the future. Well, went away to re-
ceive some visitors. who detained me I'LL the
dinner hour, and, as | was running to the
kitchen to look after my soup. met the ser.
want carrying it into the dining room. |
followed her with exulting looks, and found
Frederick already seated at the table, COM
planning loudly Of hunger, and declaring
that he would never give up his luncheon
again, however tempting the dinner might
be. "Remove the cover" said with much
dignity, to the servant in waiting. "And
now Frederick" addressing my husband,
'you are going to Judge Of my skill in the
art Of cooking" "What is this?" was the
rather abrupt reply, as my hungry lord turn
ed the ladle round and round in the tureen:
ait looks upeonmonly like hot water with
peas mashed in it," "Hot water, indeed"
| cried, Indignantly. slot water when |
have spent the whole Of the morning in
that honid kitchen makingit. Ifatter my.
self you will find il rather better than hot
water, if you will condescend to taste it,"
"Let me send you a little, my DEAR said
Frederick. with detestable laugh, "for
with your leave | will wait till the next
course" "Then Let ME tell you" / cried,
now fairly in passion, shat you will have
to wait till this time tomorrow, for the soup
occupied all the FIRE, and nothing else has
been cooked" A warm dispute ensued,
which ended in the cook being sent for, and
my accusing her Of having done something
to spoil the soup while | was out Of the
kitchen. This she, Of course, denied, and,
on Frederick requesting an explanation OF
the state in which it had been brought to the
table, she replied, with malicious grin at
me, "Why, misses put no meat in it," The
mystery was solved at last. My cookery
book, presuming that everybody knew soup
was made with meat. had not thought it ne
cessary to mention that very essential arti-
Gle. was Disguised, however, with cook
ing. and made no after attempts in that
line.-Mu Sister Minnie.