Ethel Morton and the Christmas Ship Part 33

"Mrs. Hindenburg."

"I thaid 'Ith Mith Fraulein at home?' The old lady thaid 'Yeth.' I walked in and there wath Mith Fraulein in front of the fire. I thaid, 'Ith he dead?'"

"You asked her?"

"Great Scott!"

"Fraulein thaid, 'I don't know, d.i.c.ky.' And I thaid, 'Here ith a chethnut I found. You can have it.' And Fraulein thaid, 'Thank you, d.i.c.ky,' and I that on her lap and the talked to me a long time about the man that perhapth ith dead, and thometimeth the thaid queer wordth--"

"German," interpreted Margaret under her breath.

"And onthe the cried a little, and--"

"d.i.c.ky, d.i.c.ky, what have you done!"

"I ain't done anything bad, 'coth when I thaid, 'Now I mutht go,' the old lady thaid, 'Thank you for coming.'"

"She did?"

"Perhaps it did Fraulein good to cry. Poor Fraulein!"

"I'm going again."

"Did she ask you?"

"Of courth the athked me. And I thaid I'd go if the'd wear a white dreth. I don't like a black dreth."

Silence reigned about the table.

"I wish I knew whether he's done harm or good," sighed Helen.

"Good, I should say, or Fraulein's mother wouldn't have asked him to come again," said Ethel Blue.

"At this uncertain moment I think we'd better have some refreshments,"

said Dorothy.

"I'm certainly in need of something sustaining," groaned Roger.

"Then try these sugar cookies of Ethel Brown's."

"Let me write down right now how she makes them," exclaimed Della, borrowing a pencil from Tom. "This is the kind you're going to make for the orphans, isn't it?"

"Yes, they'll keep a long time, especially if they're wrapped in paraffin paper and put into a tin."

"Recite the rule to me."

"I never can remember rules. Dorothy's got it copied into her cook book.

Ask her for it."

"Here you are," said Dorothy who had overheard the conversation, "here on page twenty. And I know you're going to ask for the fudge receipt as soon as you taste Ethel Blue's fudge so you might as well copy that at the same time. It's on the next page."

So Della copied diligently while Dorothy brought in the cookies and fudge in question and Helen and Roger discussed d.i.c.ky's performance under their breath.

Here is what Della wrote:

"Sugar Cookies or Sand Tarts

"1 cup b.u.t.ter 2 cups sugar 2 eggs 3 cups flour 4 teaspoons baking powder Extra whites of 2 eggs 1 cups blanched almonds, chopped.

2 tablespoons sugar--extra teaspoon cinnamon

"Blanch the almonds by putting them in boiling water, let them stand on the table five minutes, remove a few at a time from the water, rub off the skin and dry them in a towel; then chop them.

"Cream the b.u.t.ter, add the sugar gradually, then the beaten eggs. Sift flour and baking powder together, add to the b.u.t.ter mixture gradually, using a knife to cut it in. Add the nuts. If stiff and dry add a few tablespoons milk to moisten slightly, and mould into a dough with the hands. Roll out portions quite thin, on a floured board, cut out with a cutter, brush with the extra whites, slightly beaten. Mix the cinnamon and the two extra tablespoons sugar together, sprinkle over the cookies.

Place on a greased tin, bake about five minutes in a moderately hot oven."

"Fudge

"3 cups brown or white sugar 1 cup milk or water 1 tablespoon b.u.t.ter 3 squares (inch) chocolate (about cup grated) teaspoon vanilla

"Mix sugar, milk, b.u.t.ter and chocolate in a saucepan; let it melt slowly; bring to a boil and boil about ten minutes, or until a little forms a soft ball when dropped in a cup of cold water. Add the vanilla, stir a few minutes until slightly thick, turn at once into greased _tin_ plates. Cool and cut into blocks. If it crumbles and is sugary, add half a cup or more hot water, melt, boil again, and try as before. If it should not be hard enough it may be boiled a second time."

CHAPTER XVII

THE CLUB WEAVES, STENCILS AND MODELS CLAY

WHETHER d.i.c.ky had done something entirely inexcusable or something wise no one was able to decide, but everybody agreed that at any rate it was pleasanter to think that he had brought poor Fraulein some comfort, and that her mother's thanking him for coming seemed to mean that. They all felt somewhat shocked and queer.

"I move, Madam President," said Tom, "that we don't talk about it any more this afternoon. We don't know and probably we never shall know, and so we might as well get to work again. Did you people realize that time is growing short? The Santa Claus s.h.i.+p is booked to sail the first week in November."

"We did and do realize it," said Helen. "I'd like to know next about these raffia sofa pillows that Ethel Blue and Della have been making."

"The ones we made are sofa pillows for the orphans' dolls," explained Ethel Blue, "or they can be used for pincus.h.i.+ons."

"They make thothe at kindergarten," announced d.i.c.ky. "I can make thothe.

Mine are paper."

"They're made in just about the same way," said Della. "We made a small cus.h.i.+on with double raffia and wove it under and over on a pasteboard loom."

"How do you make that?"

"Just a piece of heavy pasteboard or a light board or you can take the frame of a smashed slate. You fasten the ends of the threads with pins or tacks or tie them around the bars. First you lay all the threads you want in one direction. That's the warp."