New Britain herald., 1916-01-31
How the Day Was Saved.

awful. I could cry my eyes all out
 Katie stood in the middle of our flooded kitchen, the picture of de- spair. The water from the over flow bathtub in the apartment above had nearly wrecked the cheerful tidy room which was Katie"s pride.
 Never mind, Katie" I tried to make my voice calm and reassuring, although I, too, felt as if I could ''cry my eyes all out
 Dot no good, to say never mind.'" Katie's voice was sullen.
 T feex dis kitchen so nice dis morn ing, clean my gas stove, scrub my floor get everything ready so I have all my time for lunch. I get me up at o'clock. Now jOost look at it." She swept the room with a gesture of her hand that was really quite tragic. I glanced at the clock. The hands indicated 20 minutes after 9. I made a sudden, swift decision.
 'I will help you, Katie. Just let me get out of these clothes, and we will hurry around together
 'Tfraid you get too tired.' The words were deprecatory, but I caught the relieved tone in the girls voice, and it repaid me little for my de- cision to put aside my own plans in order to help her.
 But I was much depressed as | hurried out of my street gown and into a working dress and kitchen apron. I had been so pleased that everything was in such spotless readl- ness for the arrival of my mother in-law. Especially had I been grat- fo self before her arrival. I dislike being Hurried and hurried when re- coiving a guest With the prepara- ton of the luncheon in Katie's ef- ficient hands and the apartment in readiness I had quite revelled in the opportunity to go out and purchase fresh flowers for my rooms with plenty of time on my hands. wanted to rest and compose myself. fer the ordeal of meeting the criti- cal eyes of my mother-in-law.
 But there was tobe no rest for me on this occasion. As entered the kitchen again I heard the sound of sobbing. Katie was gazing despair fngly at a pudding mould on the table before her and crying bitterly
 'Iook!' she said tragica1ly 'all spoiled. I throw heem out"
 "Stop, Katie" I seized her hand as she reached for the mould Let me look at it.
 It was Katie's culinary masterpiece upon which I gazed, the dish of which she was proudest It was a mysterious concoction of eggs and cream with a stiffening. flavor and coloring which were Katie's own secrets. I knew that Katie always made it hours before it was to be used because of the time necessary for the proper moulding. When it came upon the table, rose-pink f1uted mound, it was a dessert to de- light the eyes and palate of the most critical guest, or the most anxious hostess.
 But now. on one of it's delicate sides were great drops of dirty water.
 Katie's Masterpiece Saved.
 'I such fool" walled Katie. "I wanted to see how it looked on plate. I joost had it out when dot water he come down. make it all spoiled Vat feex now for dessert? ?"
 Did the water touch it anywhere but on this side?" I asked.
 "No. ioost dere. Why?" Katie's voice held an infection of hope.
 CT think we can use it."
 "Oh. Missis Graham," Katie's clasDed hands. her entreating eyes would have spurred one to attempt the impossible.
 You know you always bring this on by itself, with the whipped cream sauce in a separate dish. Now if you will take a thin. sharp knife and cut Off every trace of the water, you can heap some whipped cream. not only against this side, but against the op- posite side also. I think it will look just as pretty, and no one will ever know"
 "Oh Missis Graham. you such smart lady, signed Katie. "I ioost SO glad I could run all around. But anXiously. Twill you have enoueh whipped cream sauce if you do dot ?''
 "Of course not. You must prepare q double poraion of the saucc.' 'I not have enough cream. for coffee den. and de milkman. he here already, ho no come back" When I go for the flowers I will bring a hottie with me from the deli l cGtessen."
 "All right den." Katie's face radi- ated restored cheerfulness. 'I no i care for oder work. now pudding not | spoiled. I hurry me uneek, clean gas stove and floor again"
 What can I do 10 help YOU Katie ?'' I felt quite meek beside the zeal and efficiency which Katie displayed. l Let me tink." Katie put her fin 1 gers to her forehead in a ludicrous l little gesture. Evidently she was en- l toying to the full the novelty of di- l Tecting her mistress. You want dot ] cream of tomato. vat you call it y i "Bisque," I prompted, amused. Katie sl<irted the difficulty com | posedly.
 1 Dots it." she announced trium- | phantly. Well, you can fix dot in l double boiler. Den I can heat it