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 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?"