Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-19

must get you some. For the present. III
give YOU a brown cooking apron of
Lindas."
The pretty tea gown instantly disap-
peared under the big. stout apron. and
Miss Becky proceeded with her instruc-
. tions.
I've got the dinner pretty we'll under
way. We will have roast ham, stewed
tomatoes. mashed potatoes, cabbage salad.
, corn bread and baked apple dumping
Linda will make the dumping and YOU
can watch how she does it, while you
make the salad for a beginning Here is
nice sugar-loaf cabbage.
And what do you do with 1t hrst?'
asked Bonnibell. with interest.
Chop it, returned Miss Becky.
oh" said Bonnibel land where Wal
/ find the hatchet?"
You chop il with chopping knife in
a wooden bowl" Miss Becky explained.
indicating the articles. land it must be
chopped very fine indeed 1 will leave
you to attend TO it while I run down TO
the springhouse for some buttermilk to
mix the corn bread with
-.
Left ito her own devices, Bonnibell pop
ped the cabbage into the bowl and gave 1t
few futile digs with the chopper. then
looked out of the window. 1T doesn't
seem to chop very WE'LL she reflected,
perhaps it isn't ripe enough. oh, how
warm it is in here with this big stove. 1
wonder what those pretty little purple
flowers are. out in the grass; there's Mr..
Granger. I'll just run out for a moment
and ask him.
Miss Becky returned to find her cabbage
practically intact, and to behold, through
the window, her staid and matter-of-fact
, brother out on the grassy slope of the
side yard helping the pretty Bonnibell TO
gather a bouquet of early wild asters.
, "Al the sense a man has got" COM
mented the good lady in disgust, land l
ooubt If that snip of girl will ever learn
to do anything
In truth Bonnibell did not seem to take
very well to culinary instruction.
She's too little and dainty for that
kind of business" Harvey said one day ID
Linda, when Bonnibell had burned her
pies to cinder and blstered her pink
thumb. and broken down into a good cry
over her hardships. And Linda had petted
her up into serenity, bound a healing
off to rest and change her kitchen dress.
and was sitting -four for a fresh
batch of pies. Harvey was hanging about
in the cool shade outside the window
with only his head inside, watching
Linda's firm. shapely hands as they shook
the -four into a fluffy white hill in her
wooden mixing tray. She Is one of the
lilies. who toll not, nor spin. She'll never
make SUCCESS
She hasn't had practice enough"
Linda observed sasely, proceeding to rub
block of yellow butter into her flour
with light, steady hand.
"Oh, 1t isn't all in the practice" per-
sisted Harvey; you've got talent for it
and she hasn't; but, Miss Linda, did you
ever see such cute dimples as hers. or
such lovely eyes?''
She is very pretty and sweet" Linda
, was letting little trickles of cold water
drop into her flour and butter, and manip-
ulating the rich mass with the tips Of her
fingers. which required all her attention.
A light step crossed the porch just
then; trim little figure all in sheer, cool.
rose-striped linen fitted past the kitchen
.oor and around the corner. Bonnibell
was pining for walk through the shady
, orchard. after her kitchen tribulations.
and soon Linda beheld the two, Harvey
and Bonnibell. strolling down a lea:y
avenue happily oblivious- to the exist
ence of such tormenting things hot
cooking stoves. rolling pins and burned
fingers. She finished her piemaking.
struggling all the time to smother a bit
ter feeling in her heart.
It's all right she said to- herself.
shes far better suited to him than l
amin only clever enough to make pies
and cook" But in her heart she knew It
Was not all right for her.
AT any rate. the pies'll be good" she
meditated eyeng with satisfaction the
, last faky disk of deliciousness, as she set
them i'm row In the windowsill to cool,
and Harvey Morton'll come back hun-
/, CRY and eat at least half OF one. and look
, blissfully happy over it. and then rhap-
sodize in the moonlight about Bonnibell's
, eyes. | detest men-at least l wish l
did"
The days sped on. and Bonnibell skim
med over the surface of housewifery
tolls. like butterfly fitting just above
the waters of troubled lake Miss
Becky's instructions seemed to slide from
her as a dew shower might from the but
terfy's downy wings.
Its incredible" fumed the good woman
III veXed amazement, how any one can
be so stupid about the simplest things.
You can't get II into her head that coffee
mustn't boil like fury for half an hour,
or that eggs must be beaten for cakes.
and things put in according to rule. She
says why can't you just dump EN- all in
together and mix 'em up afterward.'
She'll learn It all by and by said
Uncle Phil indulsently: don't expect too
much of her all at once. Sister Becky
Didn't | tell you it was no use to put
daisy in the Kitchen quoth Harvey
Morgan, trmphantiy. And Linda finished
many neglected baking OF BonnibelPs,
with a sood-natured smile on her face
, but a sad ache in her heart while the lit
tie butterfly fitted about. helping Uncle
Phil TO gather apples. or coquetting with
Harvey under the big maple trees on the
lawn.
October found Bonnibel still at the
farm Her father wrote her that IL she
was enjoying herself. and his old friends
We're willing to put up with her for an
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