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"No, it's a nice little place." They beached their boat, and built a little fire, and had supper on the riverbank, and Tessie picked out the choice bits for him the breast of the chicken, beautifully golden brown; the ripest tomato; the firmest, juiciest pickle; the corner of the little cake which would give him a double share of icing.

Kinsella and a box of chocolates from Pierce. "Why, this is a house warming, girls! What next? I wonder who sent the cake." Mrs. Brown cut generous slices of that spécialité of Paris, with its luscious, soft coffee-flavored covering, hardly an icing, as it is too soft and creamy to be called that.

How well you know! And mind not to spoil the icing; it's so hard not to, it being so white and brittle. 'No, I won't spoil the white, he said earnestly, 'however hard it is. She did not notice that the earnestness was unnatural; intense earnestness in household matters was her normal state.

Cover with a white icing, flavored with vanilla. Russian Sandwich. Spread thin slices of rye bread with butter and caviare; some slices of white bread with butter and thin slices of ham; some slices of pumpernickel bread with butter and a layer of cottage cheese; and some slices of brown bread with butter and cold cooked chicken sliced thin.

Had it not been for father's decree I think she would have snapped her fingers at Sir Robert Borden. "'Talk about trying to make bricks without straw, Mrs. Dr. dear! How am I to make a cake without butter or sugar? It cannot be done not cake that is cake. Of course one can make a slab, Mrs. Dr. dear. And we cannot even camooflash it with a little icing!

After you turn them out, spread them on an inverted sieve to cool. If you have occasion to fill your tins a second time, scrape and wipe them well before they are used again. Make an icing flavoured with oil of lemon, or with extract of roses; and spread two coats of it on the queen cakes. Set them to dry in a warm place, but not near enough the fire to discolour the icing and cause it to crack.

"Oh, we'll wear rubbers," was Anne's concession to practicalities. "And I want you to come over early Saturday morning and help me prepare lunch. I'm going to have the daintiest things possible . . . things that will match the spring, you understand . . . little jelly tarts and lady fingers, and drop cookies frosted with pink and yellow icing, and buttercup cake.

Stir the flour and the white of egg alternately into the pan of butter, sugar and almonds, a very little at a time of each. Bake it about an hour, more or less, according to its thickness. When cool, ice it, flavouring the icing, with oil of lemon. It is best the day after it is baked, but it may be eaten fresh. When you put it away wrap it in a thick cloth.

"What a shame!" she cried regretfully; but Kat resumed her seat with the comforting remark: "Slice it over, and cover it up with icing; it will never show in the world; you see, if I hadn't been in here, it would have been burnt up." "I guess I've got a nose," retorted Kittie, beginning to beat eggs with a swiftness that brought high color to her cheeks.

You might bake a sponge cake, and put icing on top. Yes, I think you may have a party, Nan." "Oh, thank you, Mother. Now I'll write the invitations." "I'll help you," offered Flossie. "I'm afraid, dear, you can't write quite well enough," said Nan with a smile. "But you may seal the envelopes for me, and put on the postage stamps." "Oh, I like to do that!" cried Flossie.