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Polly, too far away to heed either command, was alarmed lest Popover might manage to escape from the building, in which case there would be small chance of catching her. On and on the little cat led her, giving no ear to the coaxing, "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" which she was constantly calling.
Around and around the big halls, up this flight of stairs and down that, into room after room whose doors stood enticingly open, raced Popover and Poly, while nurses and physicians that chanced their way stared and laughed at the astonishing sight.
"She let Leonora be monitor," put in Elsie Meyer. "I guess she'd 'a' let me, if I'd been up." "I wish she would come," said Polly anxiously, "for I want to surprise her with Popover it's Miss Lucy's birthday, you know." "Somebody's coming now," and Cornelius O'Shaughnessy bent his head to listen.
"Why, Popover!" for the kitten had come up unnoticed, and now jumped to the Doctor's knee. "Is n't she cute? Brida thinks lots of her there!" she broke out compunctiously, "I forgot all about Brida, and she does n't know what's become of her! I must run up and tell her. Will it be very much trouble to keep her here till to-morrow? Thin I'll carry her home."
"Brida has first right, because it's her kitten." "Oh, Popover!" squealed the little owner delightedly, snuggling the furry creature to her cheek. "Where's Miss Lucy?" demanded Polly, waiving the children's eager questions. "Oh, they sent to have her come somewhere!" answered Ethel Jones. "She went in an awful hurry, and said prob'ly she'd be back pretty soon; but she has n't come yet."
"It will have to be and old one," was the smiling response, for Polly's supply of cat tales the kind which the little Irish girl invariably wanted was limited. "I don't care what 't is," whined Brida, "anything 'bout a kitty. Oh, don't I wisht I had me own darlin' Popover right here in me arms! Why don't yer begin?" urged the fretful voice, for Polly sat gazing at the polished floor.
Mix to a smooth batter two cups each of milk and well-sifted flour, the yolks of three fresh eggs and a teaspoon of salt. Butter well the inside of six or eight deep earthen popover cups and stand them in a pan in a hot oven. While the cups are heating, beat to a froth the whites of the three eggs and stir them quickly in the batter.
"She told Letty-Lou yesterday," supplied Ricky through a mouthful of popover, "that you are 'peaked lookin'." "Why doesn't she start in on Rupert? He needs another ten pounds or so." Val reached for the butter. "And he hasn't got a very good color, either." Val surveyed his brother professionally. "Doesn't get outdoors enough."
And I won't say a word to Miss Lucy about it till Popover is here! It's her birthday to-day, and it'll be such a beautiful surprise! I've been wishing and wishing we had something to give her." "Oh, not me darlin' kitty!" returned Brida, in sudden dismay. "No, no!" laughed Polly reassuringly. "I only meant the surprise. Popover can amuse the whole ward, and won't Miss Lucy be pleased!"
Beat all with a rotary egg beater until the mixture is perfectly smooth and free from lumps. Grease and warm gem irons or popover cups. Then fill them about two-thirds full of the popover batter. Bake in a moderate oven for about 45 minutes or until the popovers can be lifted from the cups and do not shrink when removed from the oven.
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