The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-03-07
ONE STORMY SATURDAY.


for Themselves and Their Parents.
Oh, how it did storm! The wind blew
and the beating rain froze where it fell,
covering each branch and twig with a
thin coat of ice until the trees looked
almost as if made of glass.
Daisy Howard, looking out of the
window, knew that if the sun shone
they would sparkle like million dia-
monds. But she did not think that the
sun woslld ever shine again. Her fore
head was drawn into a frown, and her
lips were pouting as she murmured
so, dear! it's going to be a mean old,
stormy Saturday." She did not see the
CHEEKY sltting-room, nor hear her
mothers soft voice humming a bright
melody.
Harry, tall boy of thirteen, came to
her side and, like her, looked frowning-
ly at the storm. .'There'll be no fun
to-day. | think it's too bad that we
cant have our play days pleasant,
said he,
Mrs. Howard sighed as she thought
of the long day before her, shut in the
house with two discontinued children,
and she was so anxious to get that BIG
basket of mending out of the way. A
happy thought came to her. Harry"
she called, wouldn't you like to fry
some doughnuts, if l would make
them ?"
80, mamma, let me make them my
self. can. know | can, if you will
tell me Just what to do"
very well. Take off your coat, put
on an apron, wash your hands, then |
will tell you what next"
81 think you ought to let me do that
said Daisy, cooking isn't boys work"
Eyes it is, too" interrupted Harry.
"a boy has as good a right to learn to
cook as a girl has, if he wants to. And
when get on my big farm out West
I'm not going to have such time as
those fellows | read of the other day,
who mixed their bread with boiling
water, and had big pan of paste for
their pains No, sir! l am going to
learn all | can now, and then I'll be
ready for roughing it, won't |,
mamma Pr
at won't harm you to know how to
make bread, any more than it will
harm Daisy to know how to drive a
nail. You will both very likely have
use for the Knowledge
Daisy still looked dissatisfied, but
Harry whispered something in her ear
which caused her to smile and clap her
hands, eXclaiming; 80 goody! I'll do
it,, and soon her feet Were heard going
down the cellar stairs.
What is she after P" asked Mrs.
Howard.
Mamma replied Harry, ''let us get
the dinner, won't you? We want to
surprise you"
Are you sure you wouldn't get into
mischief"
"Oh, we won't do anything only
what we know you would like, and
when we are not sure we will ask you.
And now tell me what next for the
doughnuts.
The molding-board was brought, and
the flour measured out and sifted, I'M
der mamma S direction, though she only
heard and did not see what was done
New, mamma, about the stuff YOU
raise them with, how much of each?'
"A Tablespoonful of soda and a
teaspoonful of cream of tartar"
but don't know which is which.
Tell me how much tin can and how
much bottle"
Mrs Howard laughed. 'But sup
pose they were not always kept in Il
tin and bottle, how would you know
thenP'
ION, I'd ask, mamma. It's most of
the sour stuff, isn't it?''
Yes, and that is the cream of tar
tar"
For a time there was only subdued
murmur OF happiness from the kitchen,
and Mrs. Howard made rapid Roadway
with her mend,ng.
Mamma at length called Harry,
''the fat won't boil, and the fire is real
hot, too"
Fat does not boil unless there is
water in it Drop in it a piece of your
dough, and you will soon see whether it
is hot enough"
my, how it sputters! Why should it
begin to boil us soon as i put the dough
inp''
Because there is water in the dough,
and as soon as it touched the hot fat the
water was turned into steam and began