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This was too much for the watchful Mrs. Innitt, self-poised though she always is, and despite my remonstrances she excused herself from the table for a moment, and I judge from the flushed appearance of her cheeks when she returned five minutes later that somebody had had the riot act read to her somewhere. "'I don't understand it at all, Mrs. Van Raffles, she said with a sheepish smile.
There never were such pancakes, such purées, such made dishes as that woman gets up. She turns hash into a confection and liver and bacon into a delicacy. Corned-beef in her hands is a discovery and her sauces are such that a bit of roast rhinoceros hide tastes like the tenderest of squab when served by her. No wonder Mrs. Innitt holds her own.
R. U. Innitt, the duchess of Snarleyow, Mrs. Willie K. Van Pelt, and numerous others to use their names in connection with the new enterprise and to write her a letter asking if she would not interest herself and her friends in the needs of the new society.
"Exactly; and with car-fare and sandwiches, and the champagne supplied free by the importers, for the advertisement, it cost them exactly twelve dollars and was set down as the jolliest affair of the season," said I. "I call that genius of a pretty high order. I wouldn't pity them if I were you. They're happy." "Mrs. Innitt, though I envy her," said Henriette; "that is, in a way.
A woman with a cook like Norah Sullivan could rule an empire." A moment later I was sorry I had spoken, for my words electrified her. "I must have her!" cried Henriette. "What, Mrs. Innitt?" I asked. "No her cook," said Henriette. I stood aghast. Full of sympathy as I had always been with the projects of Mrs.
Innitt from seeing what had happened, but she is watchful if not brainy, and all my efforts went for naught. She was much mortified of course and apologized profusely. All went well until the fish, when one of the two hair-pins turned up in the pompano to the supreme disgust of my hostess, who was now beginning to look worried. Hair-pin number two made its début in my timbale.
'Cook's perfectly sober. If anything of the kind ever happens again she shall go." "Even as Mrs. Innitt spoke I conveyed a luscious morsel of filet mignon with mushrooms to my mouth and nearly broke my tooth on a piece of gravel that went with it, and Norah was doomed, for although we all laughed heartily, the thing had come to be such a joke, it was plain from the expression of Mrs.
Innitt's countenance that she was very, very angry. "'Forgive her this time for my sake, Mrs. Innitt, I pleaded. 'After all it is the little surprises that give zest to life." "And you didn't have to use the automobile nut?" I asked, deeply impressed with the woman's ingenuity. "Oh yes," said Henriette. "As dinner progressed I thought it wise to use it to keep Mrs.
I'm just going to get her, that's all." It was two weeks later that Norah Sullivan left the employ of Mrs. Innitt and was installed in our kitchen; and, strange to relate, she came as a matter of charity on Henriette's part having been discharged by Mrs. Innitt.
Innitt, bad cess to her, won't do, at all, at all," she wailed, and then I left her. She called that night, and two days later was installed in the Van Raffles's kitchen. A new treasure was added to the stores of our loot, but somehow or other I have never been happy over the successful issue of the enterprise.
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