The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-06-14

armed WIN pairing KNIFE, she
sat down to remove the pods. She
did this laboriously, cutting off the
ends Of each pod and removing the
peas one by cne
The sunlight had disappeared by
the time she had finished and long
shadows darkened the room. Cherry
Strengthened her shoulders. Oh, how
they achedl Her feet wer smart
ing.
All day she had been wearing the
only sort Of shoes she owned-tiny,
thin-soled kid pumps with Louis
XVI heels. They were not the sort
Of shoes to wear tramping up and
down stairs and working about
kitchen.
She turned back to the cook book
to find out how to prepare potatoes.
There we're dozen recipes-pota-
toes julienne, potatoes au gratin, po-
tato souffle.
Cherry read them all and decided
to bake them She tried to light
the oven and wasted half a. dozen
matches before she succeeded. The
potatoes looked rather grimy.
Cherry scrubbed them, thrust
them into the oven and shut the
door.
It was almost 5 o'clock and Dan
would be there any time now. The
dinner was far from ready. Cherry,
flushed and nervous, hustled about.
She put the peas on to cook, in
pan almost filed with water, dump
ing in cup of salt. The steak went
on next. She did not know that
the skillet should be smoking hot
and creased with fat before the
meat went in.
In furry of anxiety she left
the kitchen and began to set the
table. There was no tablecloth.
The dishes had to go to the bare
table top and this was a disappoint-
ment to Cherry who had visioned a
table with flawless linen. simmer
ing crystal and silver-the sort of
dinner table to which she had al
ways sat down in her own home.
There should have been candles
glowing softly and a bowl of flowers.
The odor of burning beefsteak
suddenly recalled her to the kitchen.
On, dear, something was wrong!
n
CHE caught the iron skillet han
~ die to take it from the flame,
then cried out in agony. Her
whole hand was Scorched. The pain
was terrific and tears filled her
eyes so that she could hardly see.
Something must be done about
the meatl it was burning and the
smoke ana fumes became worse
every moment. Cherry did the
only thing she could think of.
Cropping, half blinded, she drew a
cup of water from the tap and
poured it into the skillet. There
was an enormous sputttering sound
and clouds of steam.
The girl turned on the water
tap and held her injured hand I'M
der it. How good the cold water
felt The minute she took her
hand away, the singing began
again.
An unfamiliar sizzling sound
caused heer to turn back to the
stove. The water covering the peas
had boiled up and was dripping over
one side of the pan.
TNoVt.ty cto I1ooIv
ton and pushed the pan from the
blaze. That would not do, though.
The peas would never cook unless
they were over the fire. Perhaps
they were done. She fished out one
and tasted it. Horrible!
Cautiously Cherry dipped off some
of the liquid, placed the dish over
the blaze and turned it lower. Her
burned hand was still painful, but
she could not spend more time hold
ing it under the water.
WHO would have imagined that
cooking could be so difficult! Every
thing was wrong and everything
was to be done at once.
She had not even started with
the celery. There were the straw
berries to be washed and hulled.
The rolls-horrors, what had she
done with them?
Moaning involuntarily because
her hand was so painful, Cherry be-
gan searching for the rolls. 1t was
no use. She must have forgotten
to buy them.
Forgetful of steam and smoke and
the mingled odors of burned beef
steak and vegetables, Cherry sank
into chair. The rolls-the one
thing they might have eaten with
out cooking-were not there.
Il
DAN was comforting when he
~ arrived and viewed the ruined
supper. He made Cherry sit in a
big chair with her hand wrapped
in an oiled bandage.
Then he made trip to the