St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1881-06-10
Miss CiceIy Visits the Kitchen.

Miss CiceIy Visits the Kitchen.
Miss Cicely Jones is Just home from
boarding school, and engaged to b,
married, and as she knows nothing
about cooking or homework, is goins
to take few lessons III culinary art +,
fit her for the new station in life whicl
she is expected to adorn with house
wifely grace. She certainly makes {
charming picture as she stands in tn,
kitchen door, draped in chintz apron
prettily trimmed with bows of ribbon
her bangs hidden under Dolly Var,
den cap, and her dimpled white hands
cncased i'll old kid gloves, while sh,
sways to and fro on her dainty French
kid heels, like some graceful wind
blown flower.
Mamma" she lisped prcttily
''please introduce me to your assist
ant"
WhereupOn mamma says : ''Bridget
this is your young lady, Miss Cicely
who wants to learn the name and use
of everything in the kitchen, and how
to make cOcoanut rusks and angels
food before she goes to housekeeping fol
HERSELF
Bridget gives snort of disfavor
but, us she looks at the young lady,
relents and says ''I'll throy."
"And now, Bridget, dear" says Miss
Cicely, when they are alone, "tell me
everything. You see, | don't know
anything except what they did at
school, and isn't this old kitchen love
ly? What makes this ceiling such a
beautiful bronze color, Bridget ~
"Shmoke," answered Bridget, short
ly, ''and me old eyes are put out with
that same"
''ShmOke-I must remember that,
and Bridget, what are those shiny
| things on the wall ?n
''kivers- kivers for the pots and
kittles."
'Kivers?-oh yes; must look for
the derivation of that word. Bridget,
what are those round things in that
basket ~
"Praties (For the Lords sake, where
hez We lived niver to hear of praties p
Why them's the principal mate of Ire
land where | kim from"
"Oh, but we have corrupted the
name into potatoes such IA shame not
to keep the idiom of IL language.
Bridget-do you mind if | call you
Biddie Pit is more euphonious and
modcrnizes the old appellation. What
is this liquid in the pan here p
"Och, murder! Where was We rails
ed That's millick, fresh from the
cow"
''Mi-l-l-ick, that is the verancular,
suppose, of milk, and that thick yellow
coating?'
It's crane. Uord, such ignor-
ance)."
'Crame! Now, Biddie, dear, | must
get to work. Pm going to make cake
all out of my own head for Henry he's
my lover, Biddie-to eat when he
comes tonight
Bridget, aside-"It's dead he is,
sure thin, if he ates it,"
''Hve got it all down here, Biddic, on
my tablet: A pound of butter, 20 eggs,
two pounds of sugar, salt to your taste.
No, that's Il mistake. Oh, here it is.
Now Biddie, the eggs first. 1t says to
beat them well but won't that break
| the shell ?"
"Well, I'd break thin this time if |
were you, Miss Cicely; they might not
set well on Mister Henry's stummach
u y = DlNslSslIliiN
"Oh, | suppose the shells are used
separately. There Tve broken all
the eggs into the flour. | don't think
I'll use the shells, Biddie; give them
to some poor people. Now, what
next? Oh, Pm so tired Isn't house
work dreadful hard But Pm glad
I've learned to make cake. Now what
shall do next, BiddieP"
excuse me, Miss Cicely, but you
moight give it to the pigs. It's meself
that can't see any other use for it,"
said Bridget, crustily.
'Pigs Oh, Biddie you don't mean
to say that You have some dear, cum
ming little white pigs Oh, do bring
the little darlings in and let me feed
them. Pm just dying to have one for
Il pet. | saw some canton flannels ones
ut a fair, and they were too awfully
sweet for anything"
just then the bell rang and Bridget
returned to announce Mr.. Henry, and
Cicely told Bridget that she would
take another lesson the next day, and
then she went up stairs in her chintZ
apron and mop cap, with II little dab of
flour on her tOp-litted nose, and told
Henry she must not get Overheated or
worried out, for he didn't care whether
she could cook or not he should never
want to eat when he could talk to her,
and it was only sordid souls that cared
for cooking.
And meanwhile poor Bridget was
just slamming things in the kitchen
and talking to herself in her own sweet
idiom about "idgits turning things up
side down for her inconvanencing."
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