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“‘Besides,’ she said, ‘that widow woman has left no end of things, all in boxes and cans, labelled. She must have been a very thrifty person, and it was an excellent piece of business to buy the house just as it stood, with everything in it.’

“Anita found it difficult to make a choice of what she should cook for luncheon. ‘Suppose we have some tea?’

“‘Very good,’ said I, for I knew that was easy to make.

“‘Then,’ said she, on her knees beside the hamper, with her forefinger against her lips, ‘suppose–suppose we have some croquettes. I know how to make some very plain and simple croquettes out of–‘

“‘Oh, don’t let us do that,’ said I; ‘they will take too long, and I am hungry.’

“‘Very well, then,’ said Anita. ‘Let us have some boiled eggs; they are quick.’

“I agreed to this.

“‘The next thing,’ said Anita, ‘is bread and butter. Would you like some hot soda-biscuit?’

“‘No,’ said I; ‘you would have to make some dough and find the soda, and–isn’t there anything ready baked?’

“‘Oh, yes,’ she answered; ‘we have Albert biscuit and–‘

“‘Albert biscuit will do,’ I interrupted.

“‘Now,’ said she, ‘we will soon have our first meal in the cot.’

“‘This is a very unassuming lunch,’ she said, when we were at last seated at the table, ‘but I am going to give you a nice dinner. If you want more than three eggs I will cook you some in a few minutes. I put another stick of wood in the fire so as to keep the water hot.’

“I was in considerable doubt as to what sort of man it would be best for us to have. I would have been very glad to have my special valet, because he was an extremely handy man in many ways; but I thought it better to consider a little before sending for him: he might be incongruous. I had plenty of time to consider, for Anita occupied nearly the whole afternoon in getting up our dinner. She was very enthusiastic about it, and did not want me to help her at all, except to make a fire in the stove. After that, she said, everything would be easy. The wood was all in small pieces and piled up conveniently near. As I glanced around the kitchen I saw that Baxter had had this little room fitted up with every possible culinary requirement.

“We had dinner a little before eight. Anita sat down, hot, red, but radiant with happiness.

“‘Now, then,’ said she, ‘you will find I have prepared for you a high-grade cotter’s dinner; by which I mean that it is a meal which all farmers or country people might have every day if they only knew enough, or were willing to learn. I have looked over several books on the subject, and Mrs. Parker told me a great deal. Maria told me a great many things also. They were both poor in early life, and knew what they were talking about. First we will have soup–a plain vegetable soup. I went into the garden and picked the vegetables myself.’

“‘I wish you had asked me to do that,’ said I.

“‘Oh, no,’ she answered; ‘I do not intend to be inferior to any countrywoman. Then there is roast chicken. After that a lettuce salad with mayonnaise dressing; I do not believe cotters have mayonnaise dressing, nor shall we every day; but this is an exceptional meal. For the next course I have made a pie, and then we shall have black coffee. If you want wine you can get a bottle from the wine-hamper; but I shall not take any: I intend to live consistently through the whole of this experience.’

“There was something a little odd about the soup: it tasted as if a variety of vegetables had been washed in it and then the vegetables thrown away. I removed the soup-plates while Anita went out to get the next course. When she put the dish on the table she said something had given way while the fowl was cooking, and it had immediately stuck its legs high in the air. ‘It looks funny,’ she remarked, ‘but in carving you can cut the legs off first.’