"I should say you would. And then it does very well where the people make use of sleighs."
"Don't you have 'em in the city?"
Pen was looking at her cousins with eyes that were full of pity, but at that moment aunt Judith called to her from the kitchen,--
"Penelope, come and watch the waffle-irons while I make the tea."
"Waffles!" exclaimed Susie. "I never saw any made."
"Come with me, then. I'll show you; that is, if you're warm enough."
"Warm! Why, I wasn't cold one bit. I'm warm as toast."
Out they went; and there were so many errands on the hands of aunt Judith and Mrs. Farnham just then, that the girls had the kitchen stove to themselves for a few moments. Pen may have been six years younger, but she was conscious of a feeling of immense superiority in her capacity of cook. She kept it until, as she was going over, for Susie's benefit, a list of her neighbors, and telling what had become of them since the summer visit, Mr. Farnham came in at the kitchen-