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Updated: May 18, 2025
This fall when the time came to pack eggs, I said, "Hang, perhaps we had better pack the eggs in oats this year." He said, "Naw, loats no glood!" Then came my revenge. I said, "Mrs. Pierce puts hers in oats," but he became angry and said, "Yes, me know Missee Pleese no know slalt makee him allee same flesh." And in salt they are, and Hang packed every one.
"Grub" in other words, supper, was served, a prodigious number of "plan- cakes" being consumed. But far from being annoyed, Hop Loy was pleased the more the boys ate. His shrill voice, singing a Chinese song, rose higher and higher as he toiled in his kitchen, baking stack after stack of the brown cakes. "Velly much glood eat!" he exclaimed with a grin. "Hop, you're all right!" cried Pocus Pete.
He brought out some nice cake on a plate and Trouble and the Curlytops had as much as was good for them, if not quite all they wanted. "Glood clake?" asked Hop Sing, when nothing but the crumbs were left and not many of them. "I guess he means was it good cake," then whispered Janet to her little brother. "Yes, it was fine and good!" exclaimed Teddy. "Thank you."
Of course that could not continue forever, so one day I brought some up and left them on his table without saying a word. He used them, and after that there was no trouble, and one day in the spring he brought in to show me some beautifully beaten eggs, and said, "Velly glood allee same flesh."
After he closes the dampers he will say to me in his most amiable squeak, "Me flixee him he vellee glood now." This is all very nice as long as the house does not burn. Night before last Mrs. Mills invited me to a family dinner. Colonel Mills was away, but Mr. Hughes was there, also Lieutenant Harvey to whom Miss Mills is engaged, and the three Mills boys, making a nice little party.
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