The Mary Frances cook book

"He told her (excuse my laughing — but it's so funny!) he would rather — put a 'No Trespassing' sign up in her garden for them to read! Ho-ho! Tee-hee." Mary Frances shook with laughter. Silence in the kitchen until Mary Frances felt a tug at her dress. Looking down, she spied Toaster Man. The Mary Frances Cook Book ''Yes, you may speak/' she smiled. ''Thank you, — I don't like to suggest, but a Dropped Egg on Toast would " "Be grand!" finished Mary Frances. "I'm sure I saw that recipe; yes, this is it!" "Ready!' No. 23. — Poached Eggs. 1. Put a pint (2 cups) boiling water into a shallow pan. Add | teaspoon salt. 2. Break egg in a saucer. 3. Whirl the water 'round and 'round with a spoon, and draw pan back on stove where it will simmer, but not boil hard. 4. Slip the egg into the whirling water. 5. Cook until the white is coated over the top. 6. Serve on toast. Note. — It is best to cook only one egg at a time. "Ready!" hummed Tea Kettle. "Ready!" exclaimed Sauce Pan, and Mary Frances poured the hot water. "Ready!" cried Toaster Man, and Mary Frances made the toast. "Oh!" cried the little girl suddenly, her fingers crushing through the eggshell, "what a shame!" The Sick Neighbor 115 r ''A sharp rap with a knife and a quick pull with the thumbs," somebody said '^ Thank you/' smiled Mary Frances, too busy to discover who was her helper. Very soon she had lifted the poached egg with Per-for-at-ed Skimmer on the piece of toast. When she had arranged the tray, she brought it out for the Kitchen People to see. She had used her mother's daintiest china plates, and had scattered violets here and there over the cloth. "Beau-ti-ful!" they exclaimed in one voice, as though that was all that could be said; but this is what Mary Frances heard as she closed the door: "Wish I could eat," sighed Toaster Man. ''I know Jube'll want some of that," he added, after a moment. ''That cat can eat any time of day! I envy her appetite." ''Humph!" exclaimed Sauce Pan, "Jube won't get any of that. This time Jube'll get M CHAPTER XVIII A man's lunch ^^^\ y|f OTHER writes that she is so glad you are giving Billy such good lunches," said Father, looking up from his letter. ^'I've been waiting a long time for an invitation to lunch, little daughter. Do you know, I'll be quite jealous of Billy if my turn doesn't come soon!" ^'Oh, Father," Mary Frances begged, "won't you come to-morrow? I didn't think you could get away from the store, — and I don't know so very much to cook." "Thank you, Miss Mary Frances, I'll be most happy to lunch with you to-morrow," said Father, in a real so-ci-e-ty tone. When Mary Frances went into the kitchen next morning, she said: IROIICCS. '^ guess I'll make the dessert first; rice pudding is good cold." "It is ex-cel-lent cold." spoke the deep voice of Baldng Dish, " es-pec-i-ally if made by [lie: "It is ex-cel-lent cold. A Man's Lunch No. 24. — Rice Pudding. 3 tablespoons rice I teaspoon salt f cup sugar sprinkling nutmeg 4 cups milk, or 3 cups milk and 1 cup water 1. Pick over the rice, and wash by putting in a strainer and shaking in a pan of water. 2. Butter the baking dish. 3. Stir rice, sugar and salt into the milk.