The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1910-02-03


Are you going toto eat any?"
mot until it's cooked" mischiev-
ously answered Mr. Higgins who sim
ply never could let chance go by to
tease. Its skin the cat ! have to
do now, Dinner isn't ready yet, my
love. You must rise TO the occasion
and be game, too" And Mr.. Higgins
took up the animal as nonchalantly as
II a SILVER hadn't run up and down
him inside, gaily calling out, as he
disappeared into the woodshed, I'VE
have the game and we will have the
game dinner"
Helen went briskly into the house.
New worlds to conquer in cooking that
was enough TO put her into glow OF
happiness all over. Mrs. Higgins sat
disconsolately under a chestnut tree.
This was terrible. If only Helen would
want to cook everything-what would
be the next thing? Chestnut leaf soup
like enough or snakes! She had
read once of a people eating rattle
snake, Here a sudden thought struck
her. She didn't have to eat any Of that
horrid dinner! She sank back feeling
much relieved She wouldn't eat the
teeniest, tiniest bit, but there was no
use saying so until dinner.
do not put up the umbrella until
it rainEr Likewise, she would have
nothing to do with cooking such a
thing. That was easy because Helen
would not want her around anyhow.
She really might as well do little EN-
broidery on her new waist,
Meanwhile, Mr.. Higgins was getting
busy. "Jingoes, If this doesn't stop
Helens wanting 10 cook any old thing
she runs across, | don't know what
Will It's a wonder that some of us
have not been poisoned before this"
tom, dear" Helen interrupted at
this point, you want TO be very care
full not to let any Of that, that you
know what, drop on the floor, or to get
a drop on the meat"
Tom was wrestling at this time too
hard getting the outside Of the animal
off, to speak There, | guess that's
done and your game will soon be ready
for the pot. Sure you know how to
cook it?"
"Why, of course I can cook it," an
swered Helen, confidently. Just then,
a suspicion of a Whit of something
made her nose all attention, The sus-
picion of a Whit of something grew
rapidly into a certainty Of something.
Instinctively, she gathered her skirts
together and fed back into the ends Of
the kitchen.
What have you done, Tom Hig.
gins?" she demanded. You've gone
and done just what / was telling you
to be very, very careful not to do"
1T was only a drop that dropped on
the floor" replied Tom, calmly. Girls
are always fussy over little things.
What's a drop anyhow? Now If 1t
had been a quart or even a pint, don't
you know"
Don't joke; that only makes things
worse after you have been so careless.
A drop, why this kitchen is full of
it now"
"Oh, come, now, I'm not joking. I'm
only looking at the bright side of
things. CHATS a clean hit at sis, any
howl A drop isn't much. Think how
much worse it would have been if"
tom Higgins, just give me that
meat If you have it ready"
ut dropped on the meat calmly
finished Tom, bringing in the animal.
He proceeded to wash and wash and
to put wash dish after wash dish Of
water on the pansy bed. Helen did not
seem to get about her task very quick
ly.
mot game after ALL" her brother
said, cheerfully. Lets have flap
jacks for dinner instead, with lots Of
maple syrup"
why, | am going TO cook this.
What made you think wasnt?"
"Oh-nothing, Flapjacks are al
ways good, though" Just then Mrs.
Higgins burst in,
What have you done, Tom. 1t
smells as If we kept skunks all over
the farm, outdoors, on the veranda,
and this kitchen. Oh! isn't 1t dread
full"
only drop, my DEAR 1t will soon
evaporate, Pm sure" explained Mr.
Higgins, as he dried his hands for the
twentieth time.
"Evaporate, why" shifting delicately,
"your clothes seem to smell, too-0h,"
as a sudden thought struck her, Il
wonder if mine will" and Mrs. Hig-
gins started out the door calling back,