The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-08-14

upon which gazed, the dish of which
she was proudest- 1t was mysterious
concoction OF eggs and cream with a
stiffening flavor and coating which
were Katie's own secrets. knew that
Katie always made it hours before It
was to be used because OF the time
When it came upon the table, a rose
pink fluted mound, it was desert to
delight the eyes and palate Of the most
critical guest, or the most anxious
hostess
But now, on one Of its delicate sides
were great drops of dirty water.
katie's Masterpiece Saved.
Il such fool" walled Katie Il want
ed to see how il looked on. plate
joost had it out wen dot water he
come down make it all spoiled. Vat /
feex now for dessert?"
Did the water touch IL anywhere
but on this slider" asked.
NO. joost dere. twhy?" Katie's
voice held an infection OF hope.
Il think we can use it."
"Oh. Missis Graham!" Katie's
clasped 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 separate dish. Now if YOU
VIII take thin, sharp knife and cut
off every trace of water, Won can
heap some whipped cream, not only
against this side, but against the oppo-
site side also. think it will look lust
as pretty, and no one will ever know"
ION, Missis Graham. you such smart
lady,, sighed Katie. II joost so glad
could run all around. But" anxious
~, viii you have enough whipped
cream sauce IL you do dot"
"Of course not. You must nrenare
double portion of the sauce. %
nave not enough cream for cof-
fee den, and de milk man. he here al
ready he no come back
When 1 go for the flowers 7 will
bring bottle with me from the deli
catessen."
''All right den," Katies face radiat-
ed restored cheerfulness. Il no care
Tor oder work, now pudding not
spoiled. Hurry me queeck, clean gas
stove and floor again.
AA1 IAN w 10 neIp you, hatt6E'
felt quite meek beside the zeal and
efficiency which Katie displayed.
Let me tink' Katie put her fin
ger to ner forehead in a ludicrous lit
tie gesture. Evidently she was en-
joying to the full the novelty of d.
recting her mistress. You want dot
cream of tomato vat you call'it?"
"Bisque," 1 prompted, amused.
Il ,4s -.
posedly. Dots it." she announced tri-
umphantly. We'll, you can fix dot in
double boiler. Den l can beat it joost
before you sit down. You say you
want baked potatoes for broiled steak,
and warm biscuits?"
Eyes, Katie, that's what / planned"
We'll, fix all dot, and the pudding,
heem all done. But de salad, you bet-
ter feex. Den I put heem in ice box"
Very well. Katie, will prepare the
salad first and then make the biscuits.
1t will not have to stand so long"
dots all right" returned Katie,
who was already vigorously recleaning
her gas stove.
The salad 1 had planned was a sim
pie one. On each plate I laid three
crisp lettuce leaves, which / had
washed and pressed dry. Then came a
slice of canned pineapple.
The gold of the pineapple looked ex-
ceedingly we'll against the green of the
lettuce leaves. / stopped a moment to
admire the combination before piling
in the centre of each pineapple slice
a tiny, snowy mound of cottage cheese.
Upon the top of the cheese placed an
immense stuffed olive.
How do you like these, Katie?' l
was just foolish enough to desire the
applause which l knew Katie would
furnish.
"Oh, how NIGEL" Katie carolled. Vat
kind of dressing you want on dot?"
A Special Letter.
"The same kind you put on the salad