Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1881-04-13

EXPERIENCE OF A FASHIONABLE YOUNG
WOMAN IN THE KITCHEN.

WOMAN IN THE KITCHEN
Miss Cicely Jones is just home from
boarding school and engaged to be mar
red, and, rs she knows nothing about
cooking or hOuseworK. is going to take
few lessons in culinary and to fit her for
the new station in life which she is expect
ed to adorn with housewifely grace She
certainly makes a charming picture us she
stands in the kitchen door, draped in
chintz apron, pretily trimmed with bows
Of ribbon, her bangs Ind denunder Dolly
Warden cap and her dunpIed white hands
cnca,cd in old kid gloves. while she sways
to and fro on her dainty French kid heels
iilse some graceful wind-blown flower.
"Mamma," she lisped, prettily, please
introduce me to your assistant
Wherrupon mamma says " Bri lget,
this is your young lady, Miss Cicely. who
wants to learn the name and use of every
thing in the kitchen and how to make
cocoanut rusks and angels food before she
goes to housekeeping for herself"
Bridget gives Il snort OF distnvor, but, as
she looks at the young lady, relents and,
says, "l'll throy.'
And now, Bridget, dear" says Miss
Cicely, when they are alone. "tell me
everything. You see, don't know any
thing except what they did at school, and
isn't tins old kitchen lovely? What makes
this ceiling such a beautiful bronze color,
Bridget
"Shmoke," answered Bridget shortly
''and me Guild eyes are put out with tina;
same"
"Shmoke-I must remember that, and
Bridget, what are those shiny things on the
wallP"
"Kvers-tin knives for the pots and
kitlles."
'Kvers?-oh. yes. must look for the
derivation of that word. Bridget, wha
are those round things in that basket?n
"Prates. Cor the Lords sake, wher,
hez We lived nivir to hear ofpraties?) WHY
them's the principal mate OF Ireland wher,
| kim from"
ION. but we have corrupted the nam,
into potatoes; such a shame not to keel
the idiom of II language. Bridget-do yol
mind ii | call you Bridget?-it is NOR
cuphonius and modernizes the old CLASH
apellation. What is this liquid in the pal
herepn
Och, murder! Where wuz yez raised
That's millick, from the cow
mil Lick, that is the vernacular, sur
pose, of milk, and that thick, yellow coat
ing?'
is crane. O.ord, such ignorance)"
Crane! Now, Bidde, dear, | mus
get to work. I'm going to make a oak
all out of my own head for Henry-he'
: my lover, Biddie--to eat when he come
to night.
Bridget (rside] Its dead he is, sure
, thin, if he ates it
1--we got it all down here, Bddie, on m
, tablet: A pound of butter, twenty egg.
two pounds sugar, salt to your taste. Nc
! that's Il mistake. Oh, here it is. No,
Biddie, the eggs first 1t says to beat Their
,, well, but won't that break the shellsp'
> "Well, | d break them this time if
. were you, Miss Cicely; they might nc
n set well on Mister Henry's stummach {
:. ye didn't" said Bridget, pleasantly.
a "Oh, suppose the shells are used sepaI
. ately, There! I've broken all the ego
h into The flour. | don't think I'll use Ib
shells, Biddie; give them to some DOC
q people. Now what nextp Oh, I'm $
- tired! Isn't housework dreadful hard
But I'm glad I've learped to make cake
Now what shall | do next, Biddiep'
Excuse me, Miss Cicely, but you moigl
I give it to The pigs It's meseli cant Sc
: any other use for it," said Bridget crustl,
= Pigs Oh, Biddie! you don t mean
= say that you have some dear, cunning lit,
II white pigs! Oh, do bring the little darling
= in and let me feed them. Lam inst dyin
d to have one for pet. ! saw some Cantor
: flannel ones once at II fair, and they wei
u too awfully sweet for anything"
Just then the bell rang, and Bridget +,
- turned to announce Mr.. Henry, and Cicel
= told Bridget she would take another lesso
u the next day, and then she went up stat
" in her chintz apron and mob cap, with
= little daub of flour on her tip lifted nos
! and told Henry she was learning to COO
=. and he told her she mus not get overhea
u ed or worried out, for he didn't cal
y whether she could cook or not; he sbou
=, never want to eat when he could talk
y her, and it was only sordid souls that care
for cooking.
And meanwhile poor Bridget was in
slamming things in the kitchen and talkir
lie to herself in her own sweet idiom abo,
2 "idgits turning things upside down for b,
inconvanenoing. - Detroit Press.