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We started
fair by laying in a stock of everything there was in the cook-book
and in the grocery, from "mace," which neither of us knew what
was, to the prunes which we never got a chance to cook because we
ate them all up together before we could find a place where they
fitted in. The deep councils we held over the disposal of those
things, and the strange results which followed sometimes! Certain
rocks we were able to steer clear of, because I had carefully charted
them in the days of my bachelorhood. In the matter of sago, for
instance, which swells so when cooked. You would never believe it.
But there were plenty of unknown reefs. I mind our first chicken.
I cannot to this day imagine what was the matter with that strange
bird. I was compelled to be at the office that afternoon, but
I sent my grinning "devil," up to the house every half-hour for
bulletins as to how it was getting on. When I came home in the
gloaming, it was sizzling yet, and my wife was regarding it with a
strained look and with cheeks which the fire had dyed a most lovely
red.


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