The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1883-10-31
Summering on the Semmering.
PART SECOND.

As they entered the kitchen, Rattle
smilingly, and with an air of pride, turned
to her, say ing:
"I want to show you my ROOM"
She opened the door of a room the in
terror Of which Mrs. Alley had not yet
seen, but which she knew to be the dairy.
She was, therefore, not surprised to see
the great earthen pans of milk standing
uncovered on the shelves, but was scarcely
prepared for the sight of Kattle's neatly
made bed, filling one side OF the narrow
apartment. 1t was the very counterpart
of her own.
Katie evidently expected word of
praise and compliment for her cozy room ;
whereas Mrs. Alleys first words were:
"Do you sleep here ?"
With bewildered look, the girl nod
ded sfirmatively.
"Here, with the milk ?"
"Why not Milk doesn't hurt any one
to sleep with"
"No, but you hurt the milk"
If the German girl had ever seen Dun
dresry, am sure, by the expression Of
her face, that she would have exclaimed /:
"N.n-ow, wh.what n.nonsense that is !"
But as it was, she only replied, in a
stupid way:
II don't touch it," and, looking greatly
disappointed, followed Mrs. Alley into the
kitchen.
After this Mrs. Alley took pains to get
the milk cow-warm," as she expressed
it, and set it, covered up, in pan in the
hall outside of their room.
"What are you going to do with that
<,roo% hoa <f al1ar hIocuouno 9v
The frau and big Katie sat in the
kitchen carefully looking over basket of
the delicate white blossoms, whose sight
always brought to Mrs. Alleys mind the
vision of a crowded auditorium, and a
group of "sweet girl graduates" each
with elder blossoms in her hair. How
long ago it was in those dreadful war
times. And where are the girls now
And, while in one moment she reviewed
score of years, the frau answered:
| "We are going to fry them"
Mrs. Alley looked aghast. Fry those
beautiful waxen umbels, that to her were
associated with such sacred memories i
the dear school friends the parting with
brave soldier-boys, some of whom sleep the
last sleep on the field of battle; memories
of flags, and drums, and patriotic songs,
and tears, and Grape, and lonely hearts
But the good old frau saw no such Wis
ions as she scanned the flowers and re
moved everything Objectionable and
resolutely shutting the door OF Memory't
halls" Mrs. Alley resumed her study Of
peasant life in Syria.
"How do you fry them ?" she asked.
al will show you," replied the frau, al
she arose and began beating some eggs ii
a pan. 81 want little salt, Ksttle."
"There is none in the crock"
"Grate some off, then, quick"
A grayish cylinder, about.the size of {
WATERFALL, stood always on the back o.
the stove. Mrs. Alley had wondered
what it could be. She was now enlight
ened. 1t was salt, and with large CRATE
Katie now began grating of the outside
The particles fell into the crock, no
white and glistening, but dull and gra.
from the accumulated dust of days ant
weeks; but no one raised any objection
on that account.
"Why do you keep your salt standing
on the stove p
"To keep it dry"
"But it gets so dirty"
"Oh, that's only little dust; tina
don't matter. Now bring me the mill
and -four, Katie, and see that the lar'
is hot"
Into the batter thus made with milk
eggs, and -four, the blossoms were dipped
a bunch at time, and then thrown int
the boiling lard, whence each soon emerge
crisp and brown, sort of fritter, he'll
together by the blossoms, but receivin
very little flavor therefrom.
"Do you ever use elder-berries ?"
"No. How can you use them The
are not good to eat, are they :"
. Mrs. Alley tried to give the frau a
7 idea of elder.berry pie, but it was uniI
telligible to her, and she thought sh
would not like it.
"But l am going to make Strudel,
: said she. and that is very good indeed.
"Sirudel; that means whirlpool.
:. should like to see it made. But what
, this in this kettle ?"
! "Thst is Rind Schmatz.
4 Mrs. Alley knew that that literal
= meant beef-fat, 80 she thought it woul
be suet; but it did not look like it; {
she asked
:. "What is it made of ?"
J. "Butter," was the reply.
n "Why do you melt it 2"
a "To keep i. We can preserve it
year that way"
"Why don't you salt it ?"
r "Salt ii ? Salt the butter Why, l
It as soon think of sailing my coffee.
It never heard of such thing. Do you SO
o your butter in America 2"
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