Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1869-03-19
THREE CHICKEN PIES.
BY MARY CLIFFORD.

Mr.. Prentice took great pride in his poul-
try, and so it was he stopped in the kitch-
en- once more to contemplate fine pair of
fowls which his wife was just commencing
to prepare for the oven. He had weighed
them live, and weighed them again after
picking, and had carefully minuted the
corresponding facts to report with triumph
at the next county hen convention. But
still he stopped in the kitchen for one last
look at them.
Very fine chickens, Mrs. Prentice
! He stood in the doorway as 10th to leave
| tho objects of his pride-seemingly lost in
| the admirinR glance.
| Kate came in at the opposite door.
Mother Prentice-I want to make
chicken pier
Father and mother looked at the girl
and then at each other in speechless amaze
| ment.
Mrs. Prentice was a model housekeeper,
and Kate, her Oldest daughter, had always
been grief to her housekeeper's heart
She had told Mr.. Prentice hundreds of
times, that Kate would never be good
housekeeper she never seemed to want
to do thing in the Kitchen
Tut, tut Mr. Prentice had replied all
these hundreds of times, while he cast an
admiring glance at the lady, who by her
eminent abilities in this respect had SO
smoothed the wrinkles out of his life
Tut, tut, you never can tell what these
girls will make and then would add laugh
ing: 'They wouldn't be worth two and
sixpence apiece if there wasn't the max
ings of an old woman in themp And an
other look would assure Mrs. Prentice tina
the remark was intended as a persona
compliment, and it was really wonderful
how much more hopeful she would at one,
become of Kate.
Kate, with her vigorous mind, her stronl
r will, and independent. habit of thought
T was her fathers special pet, and he had ed
ucated her after his own heart. He had de
termined if she hadn't any "faculty," a
/ Mrs. Prentice termed it, she should hav
knowledge, which he knew would be
stronger power. The best of schools ha
done what they could for Kate, and sh
had amply repaid her fond fathers effor
and satisfied his ambition. The schoC
days had been over for about three month
and Kate had been passing gay season
home. Mr.. and Mrs. Prentice had felt thu
she should have little time to herself b,
=, fore she entered the harder school of bus
life that was before her AS teacher bl
IS those three months between school goir
and school teaching, had done for Kat
what they have done for many another gi
in that same idle time, and there she stoc
in the doorway, with all her years Of boo
knowledge and kitchen ignorance behir
her, announcing her intention OF makir
that mysterious compound, that ch
!, dGuUre of accomplished housekeeper
chicken piel
Mrs. Prentice turned pale she thong
~ Kate little crazy.
Mr.. Prentice smiled. There was a twil
kle in his eye.
Let her try, mother, let her try, / to
you the old woman was in her. and wi
very quick step and a merry heart he W
gone, too much absorbed in his own ia
oies, for even another look at the CHECKER
sr But he talked aloud as he went down I
street.
Il wonder who it can be. I'm sure
don't know, but it must be somebody,
- when girl that never could endure
sight Of kitchen begins TO want TO lea
how to cook, its as sure there's somobo
else in question as II is when you see c
little brown bird building nest In sprii
:. that there's brighter, gayer bird not
OFF, thai is equally interested in that sa
Nav Pile of house building
Mr.. Prentice was right.
But Kate, said her mother, you sur
don't mean to do it alone you'll spoil II
yer sure AS the world you never made eve
m common pie, and il takes a real knaek
w. make chicken pie
Il surely do said Kate, 'and if spoi
/ spoil 1t. And what's more, must dc
Il all myself, and you have got to go entir
1868 out of the kitchen-yes, out Of the hol
You may go over to Aunt Martha's
. spend the day, so that the people who
M the pie may be sure that did 1t all mys
u, The fact is, and here came the fact alb
st. which Mr.. Prentice was so curious
w. ! fact is, Charley Adams is coming herr