The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1896-12-25
SUGAR OR SALT.
BY RYE JOHNSON.


the suburb of an old-fashioned town
Nancy Moore stood upon the porch and
watched the carriage until it disap-
cared around the bend near the bridge:
hen, turning, danced gleefulIv into the,
pleasant kitchen. Miss Nancy Moore
Mlssus for the day, if you please" she
SaId aloud with a sweeping courtesy
though her own bright self was the
only being visible. Then dropping into
an easy chair, placed invitugIy neslG-
IN open window through which tn.
sweet morning air came IN delightful
iittle puffs, she proceeded to plan her
days work.
Mamma and papa are off for the day.
and | may work my own sweet will
while they are away. There's :,
rhyme to begin with, You silly thing
fhcy viii he gone until near five. and
Cousin Hal is coming home with theus
to tea. | am to prepare that tea. o.
rather dinner. Let me see. what shaI!
iVe have? There's beautiful bread, hut
ier and honey for foundation rfi
make some of those mock minec pies
papa loves so dearly. Then Il white
AXE and a cream layer. mold O
'ariegatcd apple jelly to please mann
;na, some lemon jelly to please Hal
with . flush ii t mention OF that namel
then there's potato salad. crcamcd
potatoes. fried chicken - there - that
VIII do, Nancy, you must remember the
darling old papa is not rich
SprngIng up. the happy girl took
down huge gingham apron from =
convenient nail. and after donninr IL
rolled her sleeves above her dimpicI
elbows. The fire was rebuilt in the.
-"o!lStoNc and the damperS were regu-
:ated. Then seizing n pan she ran
:gi:tly down the cellar stairs to the
potato BIN.
Two cupfuls and Il half of grated
potato" she said. as she selected tuhrrs
and if | have any over | shan't put
+ in as l did last time. Strange how
,-.y II is to spoil a nice dish Icy no5
GLOWING the directions implicitly
Nancy sang merriIy As she pared
washed ana dried the potatoes. Thcn
she proceeded to CRATE them coarsely
but unfortunately rubbed her thumb
over the crater. thereby interruptinT
her song for a minute Tut s,ic Y ~ to,
happy to care for a wounded thun
and was soon warbIing away in RIVAL:
with the birds who were singing the
October melodies preparatory TO a iIi.
ting.
Two cupfuIs and a half of grated
potato. two cupfuls of Beifng NatS -
rourcd over them. one cupfuT-of vin,-
-.ar one of moIasScs. one ana Il kali <
sugar. two teasFoonfuls OF cinUaE1o.-
.:.d ouc of cloves. Batter sizc OF Il,
- and a cupful of n .si,.s-' she r,,-
.ated aloud. as she added each in
= c;IIent in turn. '-Iscrc. that's al.
.oyy for my crust ami pstpa's mince pies
alc !. aolc.''
In a very short time she had four
dainty looking pies in the oven, am
he savory odor they emitted wbe.-
she presently opened the oven door Wa
= wonderful imitation of the original
to say the least.
While her pies were baking, she pre-
pared her mold of variegatcd apple jelly
by Feeling and cutting up n pound o.
sour apples and putting them to cooi>
IN stewpan with three ounces of
sugar, cupful of water and the juice
md grated riud of n lemon. When
hey were cooked to pulp, she put
them through -strainer and added an
ounce Of gclatihe. which she had dis
solved in n gill of water. Half of the
apples she coIored with a teaspoOnful
Of cochineaI, and then she filed her
mold with alternate layers of the
colorcd and uncolored fruit. When ii
was cold. she turned it out upon n glass
dish. and it was to be served with Il
pint of whipped cream piled high on
ihe center. This done, she made the
cream for her layer cake BY that time
the pies We're done and the cake making
followed.
Every body has a favorite recipe for
white cake, but perhaps Nancy's simple
formula for layer cake may fill the
reed of some one whose papa like hers
is mot rich" ''One cupful of white
ugar.' said she aloud-someway she
had talked to herself all day-''onc egg,
half a cupful of saleratus and one of
lemon Now just flour enough for n
running batter, and into the three tins
you GO"
Everything turned out splendidly.
md Nancy felt Il thrill of pardonable
er.do as she surveyed her finished pics
cakes and apple Jelly
Now for my lemon Jelly" she said,
after n short rest in the easy char by
he window. and few breaths OF the
oure fresh air that had a hint OF frost
in it. Il shall be all done by twelve and
can climb the hill for those autumn
leaves this afternoon"
Half an hour later row of fancy
moIds of golden jelly stood upon one
Of the wide old-fashioued window sills
\ brisk and energetic war was then
,yagcd with the various articles used in
baking of course they were speedily
vanquished: and when they were all
nnt in their places in shining cieanii-
ness. the tired yet happy girl hung
up her ginghani apron and rolled down
her sleeves with sigh of relief The
chicken was in the cool cellar all ready
Tor the frying pan, the potato salad
must be prepared later on, for IT could
not stand too long, while il would only
take. a few minutes To cream the Pota-
toes while the chicken fried