December 1932
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oysters? Then beat an egg, add poultry seasoning— ” The dinner was under way! Uncle Alan, too, watched the young cook for a while. Then he began in his quiet manner, “ Who can find a virtuous woman ? for her price is far above rubies. The heart o f her husband doth safely trust in her . . . she will do him good and not evil all the days of her life . . . She is not afraid of the show for her house hold . . . Her husband is known in the gates, when he sit- teth among the elders of the land— ” But here a blushing Constance placed a very sugary, cinnamoned hand, from the midst of an apple pie, over his mouth. And Mrs. Sumner asked, “ When did you learn to cook, Connie ?” “ Did you think I would marry a poor, guileless, unsus pecting man without learning ?” Constance asked her aunt in reply. “ But how have you had time, with all your college work?” asked the Princeling delightedly. “Where the apple reddens, do not pry, Lest we lose our Eden, you and I !” said the girl. “ I hope you’ll copy Connie in this, Pauline, as much as you’ve copied her clothes ’n everything,” remarked Little Sister, who had just entered the Junior- department, and had therefore reached the age when one is critical of one’s next older sister. sfc ijc $ s{e sfc ^ Dinner was served—rafter the Snowdens had surprised everybody by digging up some caviar and anchovies and serving some very appetizing hors d’oeuvres. “ This only makes the lions roar,” Lawrence roared. “ Bring on that emblem of the United States of America, the roast turkey! Don’t stop for soup— ” Here he was suppressed by Beatrice, and they all gathered around the long kitchen table. “ Shades of the house of Hapsburg! The imperial one e’en graces a kitchen board,” murmured Douglas as Uncle Alan led Theresa to a seat between her son and Connie. The blessing was asked. The soup vanished almost at once. And even the turkey and cranberry jelly, flanked by boiled onions, squash cooked in the shell with butter, and baked potatoes that the Princeling had been told to scrub and grease, so that their skins when cooked would be abso lutely toothsome, had melted away, apparently. Apple pie and after dinner coffee concluded the feast. The talk had been fast and gay, but the mother of the Princeling had said little. Now, unexpectedly, she arose, holding Franz Josef by one hand and Constance by the other. “ I have a confession to make,” she announced, with the quaint foreign note they enjoyed. “ I have not been quite fair to American women—and especially to this dear child here,” and she drew Constance closer to her. “ I feared for my son when he came here. I knew his beloved was beauti ful from his description, but oh, how my heart feared all the more, because o f that, perhaps! Then, too, I had met so many Americans in Paris—but enough of that. When I came, I found Constance as lovely as my son had said, and far more brilliant than I had dreamed. But alas! there was the practical side. Our condition—so impoverished! I doubted whether Constance could meet the emergencies, which were bound to arise. But tonight I am satisfied. I know that she can meet anything triumphantly. “ Last of all, my new friends in this new world, it is Christmas Eve. Our thoughts are turned toward the man
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