Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-07-05

Two" he repeated. Two eggs for
ten people!"
Don't interrupt me-" said irrita-
bly,. Tiff two isn't enough we can
make several omelets, one after the
other"
He looked at me with admiration.
who else but you would have
thought of that" he remarked. well,
here are two eggs. What next?"
Separate them," said easily. No,
didn't know what it meant. | hoped
he would; I said 1t as casually as
could, and 1 did not look at him.
knew he was staring at me, puzzled.
Separate them!" he said. why,
they aren't fastened together!" Then
he laughed. "Oh, yes, of course!"
When 1 looked he had put one at each
end of the table. Afraid they'll quar-
rel, I suppose" he said. We'll, now
they're separated"
Then beat
First separate, then beat" he re-
peated. THE author Of that cookbook
must have had a mean disposition.
What's next? Hang them?" He look
ed up at me with his boyish smile.
Separate and beat" l repeated. If
I lost a word of that recipe | was
gone. 1t was like saying the alphabet:
l had to go to the beginning every time,
mentally.
We'll" he reflected, you can't beat
an egg, no matter how cruel you may
be, unless you break it first" He pick
! ed up an egg and looked at it. "Sepa-
rate!" he reflected. "Ah-the white
from the-whatever you cooking eX-
perts call 1.-THE yellow part"
Exactly" l exclaimed. light break
ing on me. "Of course. | knew you
would find it out" Then back to the
recipe-"beat until well mixed; then
| fold i'm the whites"
"Fold?" he questioned. 1T looks
pretty thin TO fold, doesn't it? upon
my word, l never heard of folding an
egg. Are yOu-but of course YOU
know. Please come and show me how.
Just fold them in." | said desper-
ately. TIT isn't difficult" And be-
cause was so transparent a fraud and
knew he must find me out then. SAID
something about butter, and went into
the pantry. That's the trouble with
| lie: somebody asks You To tell one as
| a favor to somebody else, and the first
thing YOU know, you are having to tell
thousand, and trying to remember
| the ones you have told so you won't
contradict yourself. and the very per-
son YOU have tried tn help turns on you
and reproaches you for being untruth-
| full! | leaned my elbows despondently
on the shelf of the kitchen pantry, with
the feet of a guard visible through the
| high window over my head, and wait
| ed for Mr.. HARRISON to come In ana
demand that | fold a raw egg, and
discover that l didn't know anything
about cooking, and was just as useless
as all the others.
He came. He held the bowl out to
me and waved fork in triumph.
II have solved it," he said. or,
rather, Flanagan and | have solved II.
The mixture awaits the magic touch
of the cook"
| honestly thought l could do the
rest. 1t was only to be put in pan
and Drowned, and then in the oven
| three minutes. And | did it properly,
but for two things: | should have
| creased the pan (but this was the
books fault; it didn't say and should
[ have lighted the oven. The latter,
however, was Mr.. Harbison's fault as
much as mine, and had wit enough to
| Law II to absent -mindedness on the
part of both of us.
After that, Aunt Selma or no Aunt
Selma, we decided to have boiled eggs
and Mr.. HARRISON knew how To COOK
| them. He put them in the teak"ttle
and then went to look at the furnace.
And Officer Timothy Flanagan ground
the coffee and gave his opinion OF the
board of health in no stinted terms.
AS for me, | burned my fingers ana
the toast. and felt myself growing hot
and cold, for | was going to be touhu
out as soon as Flanagan grasped the
situation.
Then. of course, l did the thing that