The Gentle Art of Cooking Wives
The Gentle Art of Cooking Wives
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ntinual stew," retorted Puddy.
"Nannie'll be parboiled, fried, fricasseed----" began Hilda, but Nannie exclaimed:
"No, I'll be roasted--you see if I'm not!"
"Prue will be baked in a genteel, modern way," said Evelyn.
"Yes!" shouted Hilda, to get above the noise. "Girls, mark my words. Some day Mr. Smith, Brown, or Jones, whoever he is, will invite us all to a clambake, and when we arrive we'll find it's just dear old Prue served up."
This hit at Prudence's usual silence struck the company forcibly, and after a little more from the recipe they broke up with noisy mirth.
On the doorstep Nannie paused and looked about her. Puddy's last extract from the article under discussion was wandering through her brain, something as a cat wanders through a strange house.
"Order a dressing as rich and as plentiful as you can afford."
Nannie understood this well enough. She was wearing such a dressing at that very moment, but the next sentence puzzled her.
"If yo
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