The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-07-19

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Der exactly, you take two
eggs"
"Twoi" he repeated. 1.-TWO
eggs for ten peopIel"
Don't interrupt me-" / said ir-
ritably. Tiff two isn't enough
we can make several omelts, one
after the other"
He looked at me with admira-
ton.
who else but you would have
thought of that!" he remarked
We'll, here are two eggs. What
next?"
Separate them," l said easily
No. / didn't know what it meant.
l hoped he would; / said II as
casually as l could, and l did not
look at him. l knew he was star
ing at me, puzzled.
Separate them!" he said
Why, they aren't fastened to-
gether!" Then he laughed. ooh
yCoI VI COul Sti w hSH lOohSO
he had put one at each end of the
table. afraid they'll quarrel, l
suppose" he said. "Well, now
they're separated"
"Then beat"
First separate, then beat!" he
repeated. THE author of that
cookbook must have had a mean
What's next? Hang
them" He looked up at me with
his boyish smile.
Separate and beat" I repeat
ed. If lost a word of that recipe
l was gone. 1t was like saying
the alphabet: l had to go to the
beginning every time, mentally.
WELL" he reflected, you can't
beat an egg, no matter how cruel
you may be, unless you break II
first" He picked up an egg and
looked at it. Separated" he re
Elected. "Ah-the white from
you cooking ex-
perts call 1.-THE yellow part"
Exactly" l exclaimed, light
breaking on me. "Of course. ]
knew you would find it out"
Then back to the recipe-"beat
until well mixed; then fold in the
whites"
"Fold?" he questioned. at
loosk pretty thin to fold, doesn't
it? Upon my word, never
heard of folding an egg. Are you
but OF course you know. Please
come and show me how"
Gust fold them in" said des-
perately. Tit isn't difficult
And because I was so transpar-
ent fraud and knew he must
find me out then, said some
thing about butter, and went into
the pantry. That's the trouble
with a lie: somebody asks you t.
tell one as favor to somebody
else, and the first thing you know
you are having to tell thousand
and trying to remember the one.
you have told so you won't con
tradict yourself, and the very per
son yod have tried to help turn
on you and reproaches you for be
ing untruthful! l leaned my e.
bows despondently on the shel
of the kitchen, with the feet of
guard visible through the higl
window over my head, and wait
ed for Mr.. HARRISON to come II
and demand that fold a raw
egg, and discover that I didn''
know anything about coking, an
was just as useless as all tn
others.
He came. He held the bow
out to me and waved a fork il
triumph.
"I have solved It," he said. cor
rather, Flanagan and l have
solved 1t. The mixture await
the magic touch of the cook"
I honestly thought could d,
the rest. 1t was only to be put
in a pan and Drowned, and then
In the oven three minutes. And
I did it properly, but for two
things: I should have creased the
pan (but this was the books
fault; it didn't say and should
have lighted the oven. The lat.
,er, however, was Mr.. Harbison's
fault as much as mine, and / had
wit enough to lay it to absent,
on the part of boil
Of us.
After that, Aunt Selma or ne
Aunt Selma, we decided to have
boiled eggs, and Mr.. HARRISON
knew how to cook them. He put
hem in the tea-kettle and then
vent to look at the furnace. And
officer Timothy Flanagan ground
he coffee and gave his opinion of
he board of health in no stinted
erms. As for me, I burned my
fingers and the toast, and felt
myself growing hot and cold, for
was going to be found out as
loon as Flanagan grasped the SIT
lation.
Then, of course, did the thing
hat cused me so much trouble
alter. put down the toaster-at|
east the HARRISON man said it'll
vas a toaster-and went over and
stood in front of the policeman.
ct don't supposed you will un-
1erstand-exactly." / said, but
but If anything occurs to-to
make you think 1 am not-that
things are not what they seem to
bel mean, what / say they are
you will understand that it is
a joke, won't you? A joke, you
know -