The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-08


Something nice, you know?" haz-
aaied Maisie, pleasantly.
Here are some very fine chickens
we got in to-day. Philadelphia, dry
picked" suggested the man.
Really" said Maisie. philadelphia
chickens? No, 1 don't think l want
any to-day. Now, don't you think a
steak would be nice?'
"Porterhouse or sirloin. maam?"
asked the storekeeper. hauling from
the iceboX two great slabs of beef.
"Oh, dear" cried Maisie, greatly en-
barrassed. Il guess / don't want that
either / didn't know they We're so
raw"
would you like couple of rab-
bits?" asked the man.
"Of course not returned Maisie,
1--WE want something hearty for din
ner, and. besides, 1 don't like cheese
Il mean jack rabbits replied the
man, holding up pair.
ugh. they look just like kittens.
Now. can't you give me something real
nice"
How would leg of lamb go.
ma'am." suggested the storekeeper.
patiently.
"Oh. a-er-the lamb is just what
wanted. It's got a bone in it, too"
cried Maisie. delighted. How much
is it?''
Fourteen cents a pound responded
the man.
"A pound repeated Maisie.
thoughtfully, as though she had eN-
pected to buy the whole thing en-
bloc. And now for breakfast.'
Some people like sausages." suS-
gested the man.
We'll. I'll take half a--er-yard,"
said Maisie.
Half a pound" responded the man.
suppressing some emotion.
And L want some vegetables. too.
And. oh, some eggs for boiling" ex-
claimed Maisie.
"A dozen eggs" tabulated the man.
1.-TWO quarts of potatoes, L suppose"
For MASKING. And Il quart of
cranberry sauce" added Maisie
I'VE only keep the berries. See"
explained the man, lifting some of
them in his fingers.
"Of course" replied Maisie, with
dignity.
How would you like an eggplant?'
asked the man.
"Oh, can you grow them ut home?"
cried Niaisic. i'll establishment. 4
thought--'
Maisie suddenly FLUSHED very pref
tily. and the eggplant was duly tab
ulated.
Some celery" asked the man.
Maisie merely nodded. How much
is lettuce:" she asked.
s''T.u l,aoI rpDlinI no man
again writing with his pencil.
Il" returned MaiSie. recovering he"
aomposure. always like the hearts
best. l would not mind paying n lit
tie extra
planned the man.
oh" exclaimed Maisie her ideas
of anatomy suddenly shattered. I'D
| like a doZen-er-a few onions. too"
white, red. yellow. Spanish or Ber-
| muda?" asked the man, with the air
of one tiinging out a conundrum.
MaiSie pondered. Il suppose the red
| onions would match the cranberry
sauce" she haZarded, beginning to
think out Il color scheme of vegeta bles
| for the dinner, They'd look SO nice
on my blue china set. too"
They're strong enough to be
! match for almost anything, ma'am,"
replied the man. kindly. Il think
they're usually only used for cooking"
Il didn't intend to eat 'em now"
said Maisie. with something of petul-
ance in her voice. but you can send
the kind that is used by your best GUS
toners. / wish ! could get Il red vege-
table for that blue china set though.
OH Beets! \ quart of red beetS
That's ali. Send them to Miss Maisie
Kingston, II Marshmallow street.
Maisie tiuttered out. In Il minute.
however, she was back again, a bit
flushed and bluShing.
Il forgot something" she cried. 81
wanted to order Il dozen buckwheat
cakes TO go with those sausages. And
and ! made a mistake in the name.
too. Send the things please to Mrs
Livingston Travers, IL Travesty
place. Mrs. Livingston Travers,
please. New York Evening Sun.
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