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Dennison would inquire if she really wrote, and at least he would tell her something about his magazine and literary life in New York. But he took up again his task of buttering toast, and sought to interest her in that.

And ideals, like a hare-lip or a mission in life, should be pitied rather than condemned, when our friends possess them; especially," she continued, buttering her waffle, "as so many women have them sandwiched between their last attack of measles and their first imported complexion. No one of the three is lasting, Rudolph." "H'm!" said he. There was another silence.

If that guy Ephraim plans buttering the slide we'll set him on it watch!" "You bet," she answered sentimentally. "I wasn't cheer leader for nothing. Besides, I delivered the valedictory say, what are we waiting here for?" "Come on, then!" I urged her. "We'll leave our mule-load behind in case they've eaten your horse. Come with us to the stables and " But she interrupted me.

He leveled his steady gray eyes at Morgan's shifting orbs, and held them there as if to drive in some hidden import of his words. Morgan seemed to understand. He colored, laughed shortly, and busied himself buttering a griddle-cake. Ollie, pale and silent, had not looked up during this by-passage between the two men.

"Ill! no; he's not ill." "Well, what is it? He has not lost his degree?" "He has not been plucked, papa, has he?" said Sophia. "Oh, no; he has got his degree a second in classics! that's all;" and he threw the letter over to his wife as he went on buttering his toast. "He'll be home on Tuesday," said Mary, the eldest girl, looking over her mother's shoulder.

"The news of the war, Uncle John," added Beth, buttering her toast. "Oh; the war, of course," he said, turning over the page of the morning paper. "It ought to be the Allies' day, for the Germans won yesterday. No by cracky, Beth the Germans triumph again; they've captured Maubeuge. What do you think of that?" Patsy gave a little laugh.

"Oh, the pretty creature!" replied her mother, "she'll be here in a minute, I warrant her; but she has gone skipping after our Billy, and the two sweet innocents they are together." She then went to the oven, produced the cake, and began buttering it with all expedition, while Sophia joyously ran to the door of the cow-house, and began loudly calling her sister Eliza.

When enough are done for a plate-full, lay them on a plate in two piles, buttering them, and sprinkling each with beaten cinnamon. Five eggs. A quart of milk. Two ounces of butter. A tea-spoonful of salt. Two large table-spoonfuls of brewer's yeast or four made of home-made yeast. Enough of sifted flour to make a stiff batter. Warm the milk and butter together, and add to them the salt.

By the side of the wagon a man, evidently father of some of them, stood buttering the end of a huge round loaf of bread and cutting off slice after slice, which the older children broke and distributed to the little ones. Two cows were tied to the back of the wagon and the man's wife squatted there milking them.

Putney, "there's such a thing as letting yourself too loose." "Well, gore, then," said Putney, buttering himself a biscuit. The boy, who had kept quiet till now, seemed reached by this last touch, and broke into a high, crowing laugh, in which they all joined except his father. "Gore suits Winthy, anyway," he said, beginning to eat his biscuit.