It is the first meal she has given us, and I am so sorry the doctor could not be here to eat it." Miss Panney rose from her chair, and gazed earnestly at Mrs.Tolbridge.
"What cook ?" she asked, in her deepest tones.
"Jane La Fleur," was the reply; "the woman you urged me to write to.

I sent the letter that afternoon.

Yesterday she came to see me, and I engaged her.

And while we were at breakfast this morning, she arrived with her boxes, and went to work." "And she cooked that meal?
She herself made all those things ?" "Yes," said Mrs.Tolbridge, "she even churned the butter and made the biscuit.

She says she is going to do a great deal better than this when she gets things in order." "Better than this!" ejaculated Miss Panney.