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"Dinna stir yer tea as if ye was churnin' butter, nor let on 'at the scones is no our am bakin'." "If Tibbie says onything aboot the china yer no' to say 'at we dinna use it ilka day." "Dinna lean back in the big chair, for it's broken, an' Leeby's gi'en it a lick o' glue this meenute." "When Leeby gies ye a kick aneath the table that'll be a sign to ye to say grace."
You needn't werry about the children, only don't let 'em git lost, or burnt, or pitch out a winder; and when it's done give 'em the patty-cake that's bakin' for 'em." With which maternal orders Mrs. Wilkins assumed a sky-blue bonnet, and went beaming away with several dishes genteelly hidden under her purple shawl.
Every once in a while Battersleigh opened the oven door and peered in. "She isn't brownin' just to suit me, Ned," he said, "but that's the fault o' the chimney." Franklin opined that this anxiety boded no certainty of genius, but kept silent. "I'm wonderin' if it's right about that bakin' powder?" said Battersleigh. "Is it too late now, do ye think?"
"I guess," she said, "I could, if we all do it. I know mother would of." "Yes," Miss Viny nodded, "mother would of." Libbie Liberty stood for a moment with compressed lips. "It seems like not payin' respect to mother," she began; and then shook her head. "It ain't that," she said; "it's only missin' her when we begin to step around the kitchen, bakin' up for a holiday."
What would we need to get at the post, George?" "Well," said George, "we'd need plenty of flour, pork, lard, beans, sugar, tea, and bakin' powder; and we might take some condensed milk, raisins, currants, rice, and molasses, and I'd make somethin' good sometimes." "That's a good idea," said Hubbard, whose mouth was evidently watering even as mine was. "And we might take some butter, too.
But I think it was the lamb that she had in a bakin', that drew her back towards home. She owned up that her hired girl didn't baste it enough. And she seemed oneasy. But I stood firm, and says, "I shall see that man, lamb or no lamb." And then Sally give in. And she found him easy enough. She knew all the time, it was the sheep that hampered her. And, oh!
"Perhaps he'll be one of these rock-sharps when he gets big," suggested Mr. Mosher humorously. "Wouldn't it be kinda nice to have a perfesser in the family with long hair and goggles? I come acrost one once that hunted bugs. He called a chinch bug a Rhyparochromus, but he saddled his horse without a blanket and put bakin' powder in the sour-dough."
I can be the Bell here here I can have my power. In town I expect I couldn't be anything but just cake again bakin' myself rill good, or even gettin' frosted; but mebbe not helpin'. An' I couldn't risk that I couldn't risk it. It looks to me like helpin' is what I'm for." I think, as she said, Calliope was become the Bell; and at that moment she rang to us the call of sovereign clearness.
Bridget looked up now, with a sniff, as Elleney began with great haste to hand the eggs about the table. "You've been long enough over it, anyhow," she remarked. "Mary and me was wonderin' whether 'twas milkin' the cow ye were or bakin' the bread." "An' she hasn't brought the toast yet," grumbled Mary, drawing up her chair. "It's very near done," returned Elleney eagerly.
"She was bakin' these pies, but I want her now to redd up. Take all them pans to the dresser, Tillie." Tillie went to the table to do as she was bid. "Well, I must be goin' home now," said Mr. Getz. "I'll take Tillie's wages, Em." Mrs. Wackernagel set her lips as she wiped her hands on the roller-towel and opened the dresser drawer to get her purse. "How's her?" she inquired, referring to Mrs.
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