All measures are made level with the top of cup or spoon. To measure level spoonful: Fill spoon heaping full, and level it off with the back of a knife. For half spoonful, cut through lengthwise. For quarter spoonful, divide a half spoonful across. A saltspoon is ^ teaspoon. "That's right!" said Toaster Man. ''That's the way my grandmother made it. If I were you, I'd make only half of that sauce for only two slices of toast. You did so well with the Plain Toast; you go right ahead with the Milk Toast, and see if you can make it all yourself, and if you need any help, I'll be on the spot in a twinkle. Follow carefully what your little Cook Book says. You know you must measure everything even with the top of the spoon, or cup." So Mary Frances did exactly what the recipe tol^^T-fTT-H^-Qfil her. As she poured the last of the sauce over the toast, which she had put in a pretty dish, the little man, who had been running here and there, watching every- To ^ look over the.edge of the dish 22 The Mary Frances Cook Book thing she did, shouted, "Hurrah!" At least, he tried to shout, but his voice would scarcely reach to a grown- up person's ear. ''You are the best pupil I ever had!" "Have you had many?" asked Mary Frances. ' ' You are the only one, "said Toaster. ' ' Why? ' ' "Nothing," said Mary Frances. "I should think," said the little man, standing on his toes, to look over the edge of the dish, "that that Milk Toast would taste awful good!" "Won't you try it?" asked Mary Frances. She was very much afraid he would, but she wanted to show her gratitude for his kindness. "Oh, no," sighed the little man, "I never eat." "You never eat!" exclaimed Mary Frances. "It may seem strange to you," said the little man, "but everything that is put into my head falls out backwards, and I simply can't eat." "It must be dreadful!" said Mary Frances. "It keeps me very thin," complained Toaster, ^ "but if I'm not mistaken, your mother will eat all EyCrythinO' *^^* toast,— if she gets it whUe it's hot." ftlls nnt "'Oh, I hope so," said Mary Frances; "and I thank t i 1 ''you so very very much." backwards Mir* followed W^the J\ admiring aazeiof all. Toaster Man 23 "Good-bye!" added the little girl, as she went out of the kitchen, followed by the admiring gaze of all the Kitchen People. k: ^ >. =« y thank you so very, very much . " CHAPTER III Vhat has my little-^ dri nhere?" MARY FRANCES' MOTHER MARY FRANCES pushed open the door of her mother's room very softly. '^What has my little girl there?" asked her mother. ^ ''Oh, are you awake, Mother? It's a s'prise for you," and she carried the tray over to the bed. Her mother carefully lifted the lid of the dish. "Milk Toast! the only thing I could eat! why — who made it?" "If it hadn't been for Toaster, it couldn't have been made," said Mary Frances. Her mother looked at the little girl in surprise. "I mean," she added, "that Toaster really did it — he showed me how " "Oh!" laughed her mother, as she lifted a shce of toast out on a saucer. "Well, dear, anyway I want you to have some toast with Mother" — and she handed the saucer to Mary Frances, who said she would much rather watch her mother eat it than to have some [24] jt's a s'prise for you. Mary Frances' Mother 25

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All measures are made level with the top of cup or spoon. To measure level spoonful: Fill spoon heaping full, and level it off with the back of a knife. For half spoonful, cut through lengthwise. For quarter spoonful, divide a half spoonful across. A saltspoon is ^ teaspoon. "That's right!" said Toaster Man. ''That's the way my grandmother made it. If I were you, I'd make only half of that sauce for only two slices of toast. You did so well with the Plain Toast; you go right ahead with the Milk Toast, and see if you can make it all yourself, and if you need any help, I'll be on the spot in a twinkle. Follow carefully what your little Cook Book says. You know you must measure everything even with the top of the spoon, or cup." So Mary Frances did exactly what the recipe told her. As she poured the last of the sauce over the toast, which she had put in a pretty dish, the little man, who had been running here and there, watching every- To ^ look over the.edge of the dish The Mary Frances Cook Book thing she did, shouted, "Hurrah!" At least, he tried to shout, but his voice would scarcely reach to a grownup person's ear. ''You are the best pupil I ever had!" "Have you had many?" asked Mary Frances. ' ' You are the only one, "said Toaster. ' ' Why? ' ' "Nothing," said Mary Frances. "I should think," said the little man, standing on his toes, to look over the edge of the dish, "that that Milk Toast would taste awful good!" "Won't you try it?" asked Mary Frances. She was very much afraid he would, but she wanted to show her gratitude for his kindness. "Oh, no," sighed the little man, "I never eat." "You never eat!" exclaimed Mary Frances. "It may seem strange to you," said the little man, "but everything that is put into my head falls out backwards, and I simply can't eat." "It must be dreadful!" said Mary Frances. "It keeps me very thin," complained Toaster, "but if I'm not mistaken, your mother will eat all of that toast,— if she gets it while it's hot." ftlls nnt "'Oh, I hope so," said Mary Frances; "and I thank t i 1 ''you so very very much." backwards Mir* followed W^the J\ admiring aazeiof all. Toaster Man "Good-bye!" added the little girl, as she went out of the kitchen, followed by the admiring gaze of all the Kitchen People. k: ^ >. =« y thank you so very, very much . " CHAPTER III Vhat has my little-^ dri nhere?" MARY FRANCES' MOTHER MARY FRANCES pushed open the door of her mother's room very softly. '^What has my little girl there?" asked her mother. ^ ''Oh, are you awake, Mother? It's a s'prise for you," and she carried the tray over to the bed. Her mother carefully lifted the lid of the dish. "Milk Toast! the only thing I could eat! why — who made it?" "If it hadn't been for Toaster, it couldn't have been made," said Mary Frances. Her mother looked at the little girl in surprise. "I mean," she added, "that Toaster really did it — he showed me how " "Oh!" laughed her mother, as she lifted a shce of toast out on a saucer. "Well, dear, anyway I want you to have some toast with Mother" — and she handed the saucer to Mary Frances, who said she would much rather watch her mother eat it than to have some [24] jt's a s'prise for you. Mary Frances' Mother

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