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we have a change. Baker's bread, too.
Mother always had biscuits."
"Yes, John, dear, and beautiful
ones, too. Ill cook some."
Which Nellie did. And. the next
evening, after choking on two of
them, when she was not looking John
walked to the window, threw a third
biscuit wrathfully at a passing dog
and sent the animal yelping as if he
had been struck by a cannon ball
"Bread tomorrow, John, "-announced
Nellie, never losing her domestic
optimism. "I've found a lovely
"All right don't make any more
"Well, you see that is, I like bread
"I see!" said Nellie, biting her
tongue to keep from laughing out
right John came home the next evening
to find Nellie standing in dismay out
side the kitchen window. Upon its
sill rested a great pan. Overflowing
it on all sides were streams and trick
lings of sticky, pasty dough.
It had painted the sill and the side
of the house. It lay in wads and
chunks across the lilac bushes. There
was a pool of it on the grass.
"Why, Nellie! What is the mat
ter?" questioned her amazed help
meet. "The bread, John. I put in only
four cakes of yeast and that is what
it did. The flour can't have been any
John, groaned. After supper he
wandered restlessly about the house.
When he talked it was about home
and mother. ,
The next day, as Nellie passed from
the kitchen to the dining room, she
saw a tramp just leaving through the
open front door, her husband's sec
ond best overcoat'tmder his arm.
Nellie did not run after him. She
only smiled. She was, however, sober
faced enough when she told the an
noyed John of the incident.
"You see, John," she explained
plaintively I'nr all alone here. I
can't watch every part of the house
all of the time."
"Yes, I see," said John rather sullc
ily. Then Nellie discerned that he
was making a great effort to muster
up the courage to say something.
"Look here, Nellie," he blurted outT
finally. "You're a sweet little woman t
and all that, but a fellow must eat."
"Yes, John," responded Nellie de
murely. "I don't want to offend you, but you
don't know how to cook."
"No, John, but can't I learn?"
"Who from?" asked John .hope
fully. "I don'fknow, indeed," murmured
Nellie in a forlorn way.
"I do," cried John, "mother. We'll
have her here to teach ydu for a
"No, John," dissented Nelile delib
"Not for a month. If she will come
to stay, yes."
"That's all, John," declared the
little lady firmly. "Do as you please,
but those are my terms."
"Humph! got a mind of her own
when she's aroused,' reflected John,
alone later. "Dear little chick!" And
mother, after a stormy discussion
with her son, came the next day.
What a glowing," loving heart to
heart talk over the doubting, fearful
old mother the affectionate confiding
wife had! How sadly .Nellie spoke of
her dead mother. How tenderly of
this lonely woman whom she asked
to share her heart and home.
And what a royal meal for John,
that evening! How his eyes sparkled
at the goodly array of eatables! No
biscuits like rocks, no doubtful roast,
no burned pudding!
"Ah," he observed, "let us see how
soon mother can make a graduate of
you In cookery, Nellie."
"Why, son," spoke Mrs. Marcy, a
radiant smile on her face, "Nellie has-
been teaching me all the -afternoon."