Daily American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1852, 1852-05-15
AMERICAN TELEGRAPH.
From the Friend of Youth
LizZie's First Experiment I'm House.
keeping.
BY MARY IRVING.
BY MARY IRVING

CONCLUDED.
"Well, but this is pretty to do! he ex-
claimed. "What have you done with your
house, my lady housekeeper? You ought to
carry it on your back, like snail if you wan
der about in this style"
I-I only came out minute or two, to find
the cow" said Lizzy
'Well all say is, that you better make
haste home again. if you don't want to engage
the men folks to cook their own supper, as
well as dinner
Lizzy dreaded meeting her father, who, as
she supposed, was waiting for her at home
He came to the gate. as she unhasped it
This will never do! The house must not
let the thing happen again, Lizzy!"
Lzzy was rattling the tongs against the
andirons, trying to drown his words, III vain
attempt to rekindle the blackened tire-log, by
beating it. What with all her attempts in this
way, some time passed before the wood was in
blaze again, and the tea-kettle hung over
Her father strolled from sitting-room to kitchen,
and from kitchen back to sittng-room, whist
ling impatiently and sometimes giving short
q hem - expressive of dissatisfaction
Lizzy, in spite of her confusion, succeeded az
last in gathering together the dishes and food
for his supper, He sat down, leaning his head
on his hand while she poured out cup Of
anything but tea! It had not yet stepped or
| drawn" as they say and was as tasteless as
clean dish-water. The little housekeeper
turned very red in the forehead under her
fathers glance. But the climax came when
he, after breaking one of the leather-like bis
cults dropped it on the table, with the single
exclamation
Elizabeth ~
He never called her by that name unless
he was seriously angry She dropped the
cream-spoon. and burst into tears.
It's small use crying, child" he said in a
somewhat softened tone. Haven't you morsel
in the house fit to eat2n
Lizzy only cried the faster, for she knew
that she could give no very pleasant answer to
this question
"John, go over to Mrs Sims and beg, bor-
row, or buy loaf of bread. 1t is come to that
at last. Lizzy, girl, stop your crying and call
home your senses; make me a decent cup of
tea, if you can. And mind you make bread
tomorrow It's the least a housekeeper can
dol"
| Mr.. Talcott, like most inexperienced people,
| had the idea that anything so very common as
loaf of bread must be very easy to manufac-
ture; whereas, many girls who read this could
tell him that it is one of the most difficult
things in the list of Accomplishments, to make
good bread.
Lzzy had reused herself to feel the import
ance of the undertaking. and made great
preparations before beginning She coaxcd
her brother to bring half cord of oven wood
into the kitchen, brought all the tins from
the pantry to the kitchen table, rolled her
sleeves up to her shoulders tied towel over
her head, and three aprons around her waist,
poured into an enormous wooden bowl flour
enough to make bread fora family of dozen,
added her yeast, warm milk, &c, and became
quite enthusiastic as she kneaded the great
mass of dough. Just as she was moulding it
into loaves, yellow sun bonnet presented itself
at the door.
"Oh, Julia Fm SO glad you're come ,
Julia could not help laughing at the curious
appearance Of her friend, as she Stood with
hour-sprinkled face and white-turbaned head
lifting her hands up in what seemed huge
pair of gloves-for the thick dough chung to
every joint and fnger-end. But Julia threw
off her sun-bonnet and, like good-hearted
girl, began to help her hostess in every possible
way She kindled the fire in the oven, and as
she, though younger than Lizzy, had been
much more observing, she managed affairs in
a much better way than the little housekceper
would have done. Yet, in spite of all this. the
bread, or that which was destined to be bread
was obstinate it wouldn't rise
Come up, | say; come up" exclaimed
Lizzy, half crying, as she leaned over the pans
"Oh Julia the fire is all going down, and the
bread not risen. What shall we do ~
at must 60 in, at any rate said Julia.
sagely shaking her f1axen head over it q How
queer it looks, though! y
The bread alas came out without any
reformation. Its fiery furnace had only hard
ened it it was as heavy as brick-bat
What ails it :" asked Julia, in astonish-
ment "Oh Lzy, it must be you forgot the
cmptm,s'
5No, didn't sobbed Lizzy. 4" put in half
a cupfIll!"
" "What did you do, them You must have
gone wrong somehow. I'll carry one of the
loaves over to Ma; she'll know
"No, don't!' said Lizzy, crimsoning with
modification, "she will think am born
fool"
But at that instant cheerful voice was heard
in the other room, and Mrs. Sims walked in,
rs large as life. She showed her broad red
face at the door.
Z" I've come for that churnin' Of cream, Lizzy
But what in the world have you and July been
up to Such batch of bread as that y
| What is the matter with it, Ma ~ Julia
broke in.
Mrs. Sims broke loaf with great effort,
and tasted Of it. "Child !" she exclaimed,
you scalded the emptin's !"
! ITO be sure shouldn't ~ said Lizzy, look
ing very sheepish.
Not bit of it Why why this ere bread
| is of no account The pigs must have It, every
| loaf Don't take on hard about it; I'll send
you some for to-day, and tomorrow I'll just
drop in, to set you right in the mixing. Where's
your cream"
Gin the pantry, believe answered Lizzy,
family. The farmers wife shook her head.
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