St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1882-11-10
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said, a. sweetly as possible, then add
ed magnanimously, for | wanted to
temper justice with mercy, ''but then
you are young"
did not receive the answer con
sidered due me instead, my wife pre-
served IA most perfect silence, and
rocked slowly back and forth, one
slippered member tucked out of sight,
and the other swinging with pretty
grace, with tantalizing lilac bow
astrde the toe. tied my cravat with
.xacting care, and kept watch of her
reflection in the glass then after five
minutes of undiluted silence | spoke
again:
''There's no reason why a new girl
should make such a havoc in the house.
Pm quite sure | could manage one with
half the worry and fuss that you do
and as for the breakfast being late five
mornings out of seven, and being poor
ly cooked the other two, it's outrage
Gus; yes, my dear" endeavOring to
keep cool, "perfectly outrageous. |
could get up better one myself, and
in half the time. I've seen mother do
it dozen times"
Yet no answer | had exhausted my
care on my necktie, so slipped into my
vest with all due regard for my immac-
ulate shirt front and dainty sparkling
studs, then into my coat, smoothed my
collar to precise smOotlness, then stood
| still.
care you nearly ready ?" asked Kit
Zie, sweetly.
never did see such irreproachable
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| gloves" | responded, provoked at my
want of success as Il domestic lecturer
and trying my level best not to see how
pretty she looked twisting tieecy
white arrangement, caught with lilac
bows, all around her dainty head, and
locking demurely out at me with hel
pansy shaded eyes.
"You've not been listening to what
said, Kitzie," | said with much severi-
ty, and bursting a button off my glove
Il was decidedly in earnest"
"My dear boy" she said solemnly
Il heard every word, and in cOnse
quence thereof am thoroughly con
vinced that | am failure, and IA grea
worry to you. I've tried my best, bu
can't cook like your mother. Pm sOr
ry; just as sorry as | can be; but yol
shall have one breakfast precisely Ol
time, and just exactly like your moth
er's. You shall cook it yourself to
morrow morning"
Now | was staggered. | pulled of
another button, and wished | could pul
out my tongue as easily. | cook am
cook whole breakfast at that Shade
of Cicero But KitZie was evidentl,
waiting for an answer, and silenc,
would convict me, so ! said, with pom
pous indifference, every well, my dear
are we quite ready now ?"
Bless my soul what an evening tha
was! | danced and ate, and laughed
and talked with the regulation party
goer; but | was haunted with TIL
nightmare of a cOoking-stOve and
new girl. At the supper table | at
some of everything, whether liked
or not, and thought anXiOusly all til
while to myself, 81 wonder how the
made this, and if had better have
for breakfast" With distracting cleal
, ness recalled to my mind each crit
cism which | had made on Kitzie
breakfast and remembered that eac
had been accompanied by boast tina
| could do better; SO, of course, sll
would expect to find every fault col
. rected and every item exact. | glance
mp at her as she sat opposite to IN
with mortally ugly man, and so pei
!, fectly lovely with the arch-sweetnes
. of her face, with its precious tend,
little mouth, the laughing pansied ey,
and the dear little nose, that | quit
- forgot my worry for an instant in e,
3 ulting proudly over the fact that 81
was all mine. These pleasant refie
tions We're cut short, however. TT
lady at my left, evidently thinking tt
silence between us should be broke
seized upon an unlucky subject and II
ia marked sweetly:
v "Aren't these biscuit delicious, VI
f. r. Treherne p
very" | responded, swallowed
quick recOllections.
"Mrs. Lewis, do you suppose the
were made with cream of tartar, tn
taric soda orwell, the other thing
| stammered, cOnfusedly, and dropp,
). my eyes before the amazement in hei
"All three, l guess" she answer
u with utmost gravity, though there W
ey twinkle in her eyes, for she evident
es considered me in fun, when was nea
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mentally resolved to have biscI
for breakfast, and with that in vie
began to dissect mine to discover,
possible, the other necessary ingreC
ents; but deriving very little satisfa
tion from the operation, | slipped
piece into my pocket, to use as gui
is on the dreaded tomorrow morning.
The fuss and fume ended, and Kit.
and | went home. She was full of fr
T ic and | made several CHASTITY atteml
to be in an answering mood but col
not, and to tins day regard woman
a marvel. How can she laugh and
p gay, with three hundred and sixty-fi
breakfasts, not to speak of dinners a
suppers, to look afterP
Pm positive that it was midnis
when kitzie awoke me with the
mark:
"Roger, it is time to get up. | he;
tie Patric down stairs quite a while a
last and she doesn't know anything to
am until yeu go down and start her"
crawled, 70, rolled out of b
"a and had crept into my dressing 60
and slippers before | recollected t
Kitzie always went down fresh /;
sweet, all ready for breakfast.
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