Adams is willing."
"Yes, and poison ourselves, or else die of indigestion,"
interrupted Alan, waking abruptly to make this remark.
"Oh, you go to sleep again!" said Polly, rolling a hassock at him.
But Alan appropriated the weapon, and at once put it to use as a
pillow, while his sister said reflectively,--
"I wish we could do something of the kind. I don't know as we can;
but I should so like to know how to do enough cooking so that
Polly and I won't starve to death, next time we keep house."
While they were talking, Mrs. Adams had been hastily thinking over
the possibility of giving the girls a few lessons in plain
cooking. Such a plan would take some of her time, and involve much
trouble and waste, besides, as Alan had suggested, imperilling the
digestions of the family. But, on the other hand, Mrs. Adams had
always felt that any woman, no matter how many servants she might
keep, should have enough experience as a cook to direct the
servants intelligently, and to be able to provide food for her
family, if the hour of need should ever come. It was high time
that Polly should be gaining a little of this experience, so why
not extend her lessons to include all the girls? It would probably
be the only chance that Florence and the Shepards would ever have.
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