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Updated: June 13, 2025
A smaller envelope held Nita's tell-tale checkbook, her amazing last will and testament, and the still more startling note she had written to Lydia Carr. The last two Dundee had retrieved from Carraway only this morning, after having submitted them to the fingerprint expert on Sunday.
At first Carraway had mistaken her for an upper servant, but as she came forward Maria laid her hand playfully upon her arm and introduced her with a sad little gaiety of manner. "I believe she has met one of your sisters in Fredericksburg," she added, after a moment.
"You needn't give me the doughnuts, Aunt Saidie; I'll make believe you didn't say it," he whispered at last. "Do you take sugar, Mr. Carraway?" asked Miss Saidie, flushed and tremulous at the head of the overcrowded table, with its massive modern silver service.
Will might feel himself master here, but I cannot." Carraway took off his glasses and rubbed patiently at the ridge they had drawn across his nose. "And yet, why not?" he asked. "The place has been in your grandfather's possession now for more than twenty years." "For more than twenty years," repeated Maria scornfully, "and before that the Blakes lived here how long?"
However, after a moment she managed to blurt out, "Perhaps I can make one of them dainty enough to send to your mother for her Christmas present." "I was about to suggest that very same thing," said Carraway, brushing the dust from his sleeve. "Either you could send it or Mollie" Mollie was Mr. Carraway's small daughter.
One servant worked with his feet a bellows, raising the fire to the required heat; another skimmed the boiling caldrons with a spoon; and a third pounded salt, pepper, and other ingredients in a large mortar. Bakers and confectioners made light bread and pastry; the former being made in the form of rolls, sprinkled at the top with carraway and other seeds.
WATER CAKES. Dry three pounds of fine flour, and rub into it a pound of sifted sugar, a pound of butter, and an ounce of carraway seeds. Make it into a paste with three quarters of a pint of boiling new milk; roll the paste very thin, and cut it into any form or size. Punch the cakes full of holes, and bake on tin plates in a cool oven.
In mixing the dough, you may add three table-spoonfuls of carraway seeds. Wet a pound of sugar with two large tea-cups full of milk; and rub a pound of butter into two pounds of flour; adding a table-spoonful of cinnamon, and a handful of carraway seeds. Mix in the sugar, add a tea-spoonful of pearl-ash dissolved, and make the whole into a stiff dough.
The white man must always be top dog, etc., etc. Carraway grew greasily fluent on rather well-worn lines. I smoked my pipe and made no comment. By-and-bye he tired of his monologue. He gave me no further confidences till the night after we left Madeira. Then he came to me suddenly about eleven o'clock as I stood on the well-deck, smoking a pipe before turning in.
Half a pound of butter. Half a glass of wine, and a table-spoon of rose-water mixed. Half a pound of powdered white sugar. A nutmeg, grated. A tea-spoonful of beaten cinnamon and mace. Three table-spoonfuls of carraway seeds. Sift the flour into a broad pan, and cut up the butter in it.
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