The
folks that sell them would starve before they'd eat a bit o' them,
yet somebody eats them, and what do ye suppose maple syrup made
from hickory bark and brown sugar tastes like?"
"And cold-storage eggs, and cotton-seed butter, and even horse
radish half turnip," added Mary. "Bate up the cream a little before
you put it in your coffee, or it will be in lumps. Whin the cattle
are on clover it raises so thick."
Jimmy speared a piece of salt-rising bread crust soaked in ham
gravy made with cream, and said: "I wish I could bring that Thrid
Man home with me to one meal of the real thing nixt time he strikes
town. I belave he would injoy it. May I, Mary?"
Mary's face flushed slightly. "Depends on whin he comes, she said.
"Of course, if I am cleaning house, or busy with something I can't
put off----"
"Sure!" cried Jimmy. "I'd ask you before I brought him, because I'd
want him to have something spicial. Some of this ham, and horse
radish, and maple syrup to begin with, and thin your fried spring
chicken and your stewed squirrel is a drame, Mary. Nobody iver
makes turtle soup half so rich as yours, and your green peas in
cream, and asparagus on toast is a rivilation--don't you rimimber
'twas Father Michael that said it? I ought to be able to find
mushrooms in a few weeks, and I can taste your rhubarb pie over
from last year. Gee! But I wish he'd come in strawberrying! Berries
from the vines, butter in the crust, crame you have to bate to make
it smooth--talk about shortcake!"
"What's wrong wi' cherry cobbler?" asked Dannie.
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