liked her cake so much the other day. Eggs—lemon—Effa, would you get me some butter? Oh, never mind; it says bake in an ungreased angel— Effa! Never mind, I don't need it!"
Whirrr, went the egg beater; the white of egg thickened into smooth foam. Don't think! Don't think!
"Oh, mercy! Were, Effa, just take this a minute. I forgot to telephone Goff's, and I'm afraid they'll be sending out the last delivery"
Once more in the kitchen, she hesitated, hurried to the telephone.
"Goff's? . . . Oh, this is Mrs. Green again, 29 Chestnut Street. I just ordered a quart of ice cream for this evening, half chocolate ice cream and half orange water ice. . . . No, no! I did order it. I want to change the order to all orange water ice. . . . Yes—a quart. . . . Yes—Mrs. J. M. Green, 29 Chestnut Street. All orange water ice; no chocolate ice cream. . . . Yes, that's right."
A nice mother she was, ordering half ice cream when Joe liked water ice so much better! Ordering chocolate ice cream for herself, whose heart was going to break to-morrow, when Joe was gone and she could give way.
When Joe came in she was marching through the house with a flaming screw of brown paper held out before her.
"What are you doing, mother? Being the Spirit of Rattle?"
