" But I'll go home to my Kitchen Folks — they'll be good company," she thought. When she let herself into the house, how big and empty it seemed! She was almost afraid to go in, but she bravely locked the door behind her. She thought she heard a noise. Surely the curtain moved ! Her heart went pit-a-pat ! The curtain moved again. Out sprang Jubey, and scampered off into the kitchen. [33] Trood-We! r' 34 The Mary Frances Cook Book *'0h, you darling kitten!" she cried, running after her. "How you scared me, Jubey!" Everything was as neat as a pin. All the Kitchen Folks were in their places, prim, and quiet, and scared, just as Aunt Maria had left them, but when they saw her they brightened up, and smiled a welcome. "How do you do. Kitchen Folks?" she said. "How do, little Miss?" merrily sang Tea Kettle. "H-o-w d-o?" ticked Mantel Clock. "What in the world shall I have for lunch?" mused the little girl. "That boy will be as hungry as two bears, — and I don't know many things to cook yet. Toast is all right for a sick person, but it isn't much for a hungry boy, — and I ought to make something new. Let me see what my little book says," and she fetched it out of its hiding place. "Oh, I know! I'll make everything! I do hope I get through the book before Mother comes back! Let's see, — here's 'How to Cook Potatoes,' and 'Eggs'; here are 'Biscuits,' and even how to make 'Tarts' and 'Cakes,' — and Goody! Candy! Oh, how I'd love to make candy right away, but Mother said I must make fiOVTYOU \ I { \ scared me, e^X'Xv C^ „„ r\. t Jubey! ^' ^■■-y'si,' v„^| f\s huncrry as two bears. Jacket-boiled Potatoes 35 the things in the order they come in the book, to-day I make So No. 4. — Jacket-boiled Potatoes. 1. Scrub rather small potatoes well. 2. Pare a ring around each the long way; drop into cold water. 3. Drain; cover with boiling water; add 1 tablespoon salt✪ Jacket-boiled Potatoes. 4. Let boil about 35 minutes, or until a fork will easily pierce the largest. 5. Drain off all the water, and set pan at back of stove to dry off the potatoes. 6. Serve in their jackets. "I wonder how many Billy will eat," she thought, as she brought the basket. "I guess about — about — I don't know. He has an e-nor-mous appetite. I guess I'll cook a hundred." ''He'll never eat a hundred!" Mary Frances looked around. Boiler Pan was climbing down from the closet shelf. "Hello! How do you know?" asked Mary Frances. "You never saw him eat." "Hear that! Hear that!" cried Boiler Pan. "As though I hadn't cooked potatoes before you were born. Tiacket boiled potatoes [jell never eat a hundred" 36 The Mary Frances Cook Book The cioc struck eleven. Eat a hundred? Why, I can't hold a hundred — so there!" "Ho, ho!" said Mary Frances, "that must be so. How many can you hold?" "Oh, about thirty, I guess," swelling with pride. "Well," said Mary Frances, "you've no notion how many that boy can eat, and there isn't much else for lunch. I guess I'll cook about twelve," — and counting them out, she began to wash them. "Be sure to get all the sand out of their eyes," laughed Boiler Pan. "But first, will you help me jump up on the stove, and fill me? — then I can boil while you're * ringing' the potatoes." This done, he was very quiet, while she finished the potatoes. ir Just then the clock struck eleven.

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" But I'll go home to my Kitchen Folks — they'll be good company," she thought. When she let herself into the house, how big and empty it seemed! She was almost afraid to go in, but she bravely locked the door behind her. She thought she heard a noise. Surely the curtain moved ! Her heart went pit-a-pat ! The curtain moved again. Out sprang Jubey, and scampered off into the kitchen. [33] Trood-We! r' 34 The Mary Frances Cook Book *'0h, you darling kitten!" she cried, running after her. "How you scared me, Jubey!" Everything was as neat as a pin. All the Kitchen Folks were in their places, prim, and quiet, and scared, just as Aunt Maria had left them, but when they saw her they brightened up, and smiled a welcome. "How do you do. Kitchen Folks?" she said. "How do, little Miss?" merrily sang Tea Kettle. "H-o-w d-o?" ticked Mantel Clock. "What in the world shall I have for lunch?" mused the little girl. "That boy will be as hungry as two bears, — and I don't know many things to cook yet. Toast is all right for a sick person, but it isn't much for a hungry boy, — and I ought to make something new. Let me see what my little book says," and she fetched it out of its hiding place. "Oh, I know! I'll make everything! I do hope I get through the book before Mother comes back! Let's see, — here's 'How to Cook Potatoes,' and 'Eggs'; here are 'Biscuits,' and even how to make 'Tarts' and 'Cakes,' — and Goody! Candy! Oh, how I'd love to make candy right away, but Mother said I must make fiOVTYOU \ I { \ scared me, e^X'Xv C^ „„ r\. t Jubey! ^' ^■■-y'si,' v„^| f\s huncrry as two bears. Jacket-boiled Potatoes 35 the things in the order they come in the book, to-day I make So No. 4. — Jacket-boiled Potatoes. 1. Scrub rather small potatoes well. 2. Pare a ring around each the long way; drop into cold water. 3. Drain; cover with boiling water; add 1 tablespoon salt. 4. Let boil about 35 minutes, or until a fork will easily pierce the largest. 5. Drain off all the water, and set pan at back of stove to dry off the potatoes. 6. Serve in their jackets. "I wonder how many Billy will eat," she thought, as she brought the basket. "I guess about — about — I don't know. He has an e-nor-mous appetite. I guess I'll cook a hundred." ''He'll never eat a hundred!" Mary Frances looked around. Boiler Pan was climbing down from the closet shelf. "Hello! How do you know?" asked Mary Frances. "You never saw him eat." "Hear that! Hear that!" cried Boiler Pan. "As though I hadn't cooked potatoes before you were born. Tiacket boiled potatoes [jell never eat a hundred" 36 The Mary Frances Cook Book The cioc struck eleven. Eat a hundred? Why, I can't hold a hundred — so there!" "Ho, ho!" said Mary Frances, "that must be so. How many can you hold?" "Oh, about thirty, I guess," swelling with pride. "Well," said Mary Frances, "you've no notion how many that boy can eat, and there isn't much else for lunch. I guess I'll cook about twelve," — and counting them out, she began to wash them. "Be sure to get all the sand out of their eyes," laughed Boiler Pan. "But first, will you help me jump up on the stove, and fill me? — then I can boil while you're * ringing' the potatoes." This done, he was very quiet, while she finished the potatoes. ir Just then the clock struck eleven.

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