The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1883-08-16
I never made any bread before. Isupposs
am svkssrd Hang IL how i sticks "
He poured In more wster.

l am svksari Hang IL how i sticks" /"
He poured 10 more wster
That's better. Ii's rising already
Ali Ill show EN- what bread is"
Having made your batter" be repeat
cd. rehearsing receipt he had got b.
heart. ''see that your oven Is hot. aud d
not open i, until you DRAW the bread. els
l. will DO heavy Good il shant b
heavy. Isuppose the folks will be hom'
by fve O'Clock. The bread must not b
warm. TN take it out At a,quarter pas
one. Thst'll give it time TO cool Alb
this is the pan.
He poured the mixture slowly in.
Nov. I'll just shut the oven, fix thu
dsmpers and run out for some steak and
tomatoes. waiti I'll set the tea to draw
The kettle boils
He peeped into the closet and took down
. canister.
Tea. Of course. !" ssidhe- Bahl what
poor stun Il must b. Mrs. Giuks has
been cheated for once. However. We cant
afford TO waste IT, About 70 handful.
suppose. There. now, it's all comfortable
and cosy. There isn't much in house
keeping, alter all; it's very easy. and now
I'll run to the butchers. And Mr.. Ginks
put his hat on one side and hastened of.
When he reached the corner he paused.
How much steak ought he to buy? He
had never bought any.
As he stood scratching his head. some.
one hit him slap on the back. Turning.
he saw his friend Brown.
"Where are you going, old tellow2'. said
Brown. mot In hurry, are your Come.
have glass OF lager"
Ginks was not in hurry. He confessed
~ much, and followed his friend to cool.
quiet saloon, where they talked and slipped
and read the newspapers so very quietly
that the time slipped by unheeded. At
last:
"What o'clock is it?" asked Brown.
And Ginks. diving down into his pocket
for his big silver watch, saw that it was
past six, and with lhasty apology, flew
out OF the saloon.
The butchers shop was closed. II al
ways closed at five in the summer.
However, the grocer on the corner had
some mackerel. Ginks purchased six and
flew homeward.
As he opened the street door wall
smote on his ear 1t was the voice OF the
baby. The young Ginkses sat upon the
stairs. Their mother leant over the banis-
ters
"Ah!" said Ginks. crushing down his
horrible forebodings in regard to the
bread. "Ah, you've come. lust ran out
for little fish. Thought you would rel.
ish it,
He unlocked the door aud flew to the
wen.
"All right" be said to himself. ut is
Of ,urned."
go I'd gracious, William. never bny
,o,o ,bs two mackerel. However. | can
!, hlamo Won for being good provider
1--we had sple.,did day How shall
,lish cup Il teal How's the bread
ear?"
Ginks was peel ing into the pan Win a
ofeul face.
at seems a little Lnrd, said Ginks; and
s queer shape. but it's very white"
"Yes." said Mrs. Ginks "Why. my
bar, really what have you put into it?
For he had placed upon the table what
oked like queer, dingy white stone
He shook his head.
ut cant be what put in il, said he.
Mrs. Ginks nipped piece of ithe loaf.
oked at il, touched her tongue to it, and
'rDry plasterr
"Eh?"
"where did you get til Q Aour?" contin
ID Mrs. Ginks.
"In the bedroom" said Ginks.
"Did you ever know me to keep -four in
Q bedroom?" asked his wife,
mo, DEAR" said Mr.. Ginks.
my DEAR" said Mrs. Ginks. 1t wasn't
ur, it was nhiting to do the ceiling
tn.
He sat down and groaned.
mo matter" said his wife. "Gertrude
ne, run to the bakers and get loaf for
ce. and we'll have tea. Ny dear-welll
,ere did you get this tea?"
"Out OF the canister" |,
'The little black one?"
mo; the square red one. |.
'Ahi said Mrs. Jinks. That accouts for
smelling 50. Ill make some more.
lis is tansy. | keep the tansy in the |
uare red canister. Now-oh. Mr.. Gipks
The bottom 10 out Of the teakettle. You
: it on empty" Il
Mr.. Ginks walked out Of the kitchen.
hat lie said on the stairs cannot be 70.
ated. He was member Of the church ,
a it was very wrong OF him. He took
J hat and went out again. When be re.
med there were shortcakes and coffee
'dy, and the plaster loaf was put ont Of I
ht IA
Such was the strength Of connubial af. I
tion that Mrs. Ginks never mentioned
again; but it was the last time that Mr..
nks ever essAyed TO cook, and he regards .
, maker OF even the heaviest loaf OF /
,sd with profound reverence.
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