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Third Day: Mabel

When the pudding came on the table, attended by its foaming sauce, there was a general murmur of approbation; but after everybody had been helped, and had eaten the first spoonful, the murmur changed to many-voiced applause. "Really remarkably good," said papa; "you don't mean to say that my little Mabel actually made this sauce? Mabel, I see you are destined to be the support of your father's gray hairs. What shall we do to reward these industrious cooks?" "I know what I wish you would do," said Grace; "but I'm afraid you won't." "No harm in telling what it is," said her mother. "Perhaps we will." "Let us make some candy this afternoon, and ask all the other girls to come in," said Grace, boldly, looking out of the corners of both eyes at once, to see the effect of her proposition. "I think you might better ask Aunt Jane first if she chooses to spend the afternoon as well as the morning in your instruction." "Aunt Jane would like the fun as well as any body," observed that obliging relative. "Then, as this happens to be Rhoda's afternoon out, and you can have the kitchen all to yourselves, I, think, -perhaps,-you,-may!"

Chorus of "Oh, good, good; that's perfectly splendid!" "Aunt Jane, do you know how to make caramels?" "And cream candy?" "And cocoanut drops?" "And butter-scotch?" "And taffy?" "And chocolate creams?" "Well, I must say," said Mrs. King, laughing, "you are very moderate in your demands. Yes, I know how to make all those and ever so many more; but we won't undertake to exhaust my knowledge in this one afternoon. Get your books, and I will write down some of the most favorite recipes."