"Mary Frances is guilty," laughed Billy; and Mary
Frances "owned up."
"Mother," said she, bringing her worn and some-
what soiled little cook book and putting it in her
Mother's lap, "I've made everything! I've gone 'all
through' my book! I got dinner to-night! — that's
your surprise."
'*HnW {\i(\ " ^^ ^^^ ^^^^' lovely child !" said Mother. "You
this
happen?
dear, precious baby-woman ! ' ' And taking Mary Frances
^ in her lap, she hugged and kissed her again and again.
"I'm awfully sorry I couldn't exactly explain about
you — you dear Kitchen People," whispered Mary
Frances, going out to bid them good-night. "If it
"]ve made everything'
I"
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17.'
liadn't been for you, I never, never could have done it,
— my dear, dear, friends."
"You'll not need us soon again," said Tea Kettle,
sadly. "We're sorry — yet we're glad that your
mother will take our place as teacher now."
"Will you help me when I do need you?" asked
Mary Frances.
"When you do," they promised, and she threw them
a kiss.
"Good-night, little Miss," they cried; and when
she turned round again, they looked just like any
or-din-arj^ kitchen utensils.
For a minute she felt very lonely; then, remem-
bering, she said gladly, "But they promised!"
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AI-modernized reading of the original text
"Mary Frances is guilty," laughed Billy; and Mary Frances "owned up."
"Mother," said she, bringing her worn and somewhat soiled little cook book and putting it in her Mother's lap,"I've made everything!"! I've gone 'all through' my book! I got dinner to-night! — that's your surprise." '*HnW {\i(\ " ^^ ^^^ ^^^^' lovely child !" said Mother. "You
this
happen?
dear, precious baby-woman ! ' ' And taking Mary Frances ^ in her lap, she hugged and kissed her again and again.
"I'm awfully sorry I couldn't exactly explain about you — you dear Kitchen People," whispered Mary Frances, going out to bid them good-night. "If it
"]ve made everything'
I"
Mother's Surprise
17.'
hadn't been for you, I never, never could have done it, — my dear, dear, friends."
"You'll not need us soon again," said Tea Kettle, sadly. "We're sorry — yet we're glad that your mother will take our place as teacher now."
"Will you help me when I do need you?" asked Mary Frances.
"When you do," they promised, and she threw them a kiss.
"Good-night, little Miss," they cried; and when she turned round again, they looked just like any ordinary kitchen utensils.
For a minute she felt very lonely; then, remembering, she said gladly, "But they promised!"
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