Miss Drummond presented them solemnly with the key of the cottage.
"You will find most of the stores ready, either in the cupboard or in the larder," she said; "but the meat will be delivered at ten o"clock.
It is a loin of mutton, and you may cook it in any one of the ways that Miss Reade has taught you. You can get what vegetables you want from the garden, and I leave both the pudding and the cakes for afternoon tea to your choice. Mademoiselle and I will come to dinner punctually at one o"clock, and I have no doubt you will have everything ready and hot and very nice."
"We"ll do our best," replied the trio.
They rushed across to the cottage in great excitement, eager to commence operations. The place was a tiny bungalow, containing a sitting-room, a kitchen, a scullery, a larder, and a coal-shed. Most of its adornments were of amateur origin. Miss Drummond had wished it to be the special toy of the school; so while it was in progress of construction, she had encouraged the girls to prepare everything for it that they could possibly make themselves, even allowing them to help with the decorations. Handicrafts were much in vogue at Birkwood, and it was really astonishing what a number of charming articles had been contrived, all at a very small cost. The walls of the sitting-room were colour-washed a pale, duck-egg green, and the Sixth Form had painted round them a frieze, consisting of long, trailing sprays of wild roses, quite simply and broadly done, but giving a most artistic effect. The curtains of cream-coloured cas.e.m.e.nt cloth were embroidered in pale-green _applique_ by the Fifth Form; the Fourth had undertaken the cushions; and the Third had worked an elaborate and dainty table-cover. The pictures were mostly chalk and pastel drawings done by the best students of the art cla.s.s; while the wood-carving cla.s.s had contributed the frames. Carpentry lessons had produced the bookcase, the cosy corner, the two arm-chairs, and also many neat little contrivances, in the way of shelves and handy brackets. Every item spent on the furnishing had been carefully entered and added up by the girls, so that each should have an adequate idea of the cost of the wee establishment, and what it was possible to do at trifling expense.
Though the sitting-room was more aesthetic than the kitchen, the latter was regarded as the most important feature of the house. The walls were a pale terra-cotta, and were hung with a few brown bromide photographs; but there art ended and utility began. All the rest was strictly business-like. There was a small "settler"s stove", with oven and boiler; and a complete stock of requisites for simple cookery--pots, pans, dishes, pastry-board and roller, lemon squeezer, egg whisk, and even a coffee grinder, a knife cleaner, and a mincing machine.
The three girls felt quite important as they took possession of their little kingdom for the day. It was almost like "playing at house", but there was a "grown-up" sensation of responsibility which differed from mere amus.e.m.e.nt. With two guests for dinner and three for tea, they certainly could not afford to waste their time, if they wished to make a worthy effort at hospitality.
"We"ll get the stove going first," said Mabel, "and have our breakfast; then, as soon as we"ve cleared away and washed up, we can begin at once to think about dinner."
She set the example by seizing the flue brush and beginning to clear the soot from under the oven, while Aldred fetched sticks, and Dora ran with a bucket to the shed to break coals, hammering away at the largest lumps she could find with keen satisfaction. The fire was soon blazing and the kettle filled, and with so many hands to help breakfast was not long in preparation. The energetic Dora turned the handle of the coffee grinder, Mabel cut dainty slices of bacon and presided over the frying-pan, and Aldred laid the table and made the toast. They all agreed that their first meal was delicious, although Mabel had forgotten to warm the plates for the bacon, and the coffee was just a trifle muddy.
"It oughtn"t to be," said poor Dora anxiously. "I"m sure I made it exactly the same way as Miss Reade showed us. I must manage better if we intend to serve any after dinner to Miss Drummond and Mademoiselle."
"And I must remember hot plates!" said Mabel. "I should be ashamed to face Miss Drummond if we left out such an important item as that. By the by, Aldred, did you fill the kettle again, so that we can have plenty of hot water for washing up? It takes a long time to heat the boiler."
Aldred jumped up rather guiltily. As a matter of fact, she had drained the kettle, and thoughtlessly placed it empty upon the stove. By good luck it had not been there long enough to crack, but the vision of what might have happened made her pensive.
"There seem so many little things to think about!" she declared. "While you"re doing one, you just forget another. I can quite believe the story of King Alfred burning the cakes, though Miss Bardsley always says it"s "not based on sound historical evidence"."
"It"s most natural, and has the ring of truth," agreed Mabel, "especially the woman saying he would be ready enough to eat them afterwards. I should have told him so myself, I"m sure."
"What are we going to give Miss Drummond for dinner?" enquired Dora.
"Let us arrange that before we begin to clear away. The kettle can"t boil for quite five minutes, so we may as well hold our council of war now."
After considerable discussion they decided to cut the loin of mutton into chops, and stew it with carrots and turnips; to have kidney beans for the second vegetable, and a plum tart and a corn-flour blancmange for the pudding.
"Couldn"t we have some soup?" suggested Aldred.
"There"s nothing to make it with. We"ve no stock or bones."
"You don"t need any. It can be _bouillon maigre_, instead of _bouillon gras_--just water and vegetables, without any meat. A lady who lives in France was staying with us this summer, and she said they always have it like that on Fridays. They put all kinds of things from the garden into it--things we never think of using. It will be a compliment to Mademoiselle to give her a French dish."
"Hadn"t we better stick to what Miss Reade has taught us?" returned Dora doubtfully.
"We"re to have "soups and broths" at the next lesson," said Mabel.
"We can"t wait for the next lesson!" urged Aldred. "I"ll undertake the soup, and you can do the stew. I might make some bread sauce as well."
"But no one ever takes bread sauce with stewed mutton!"
"Why shouldn"t they? It will be a novelty. I believe they have it in Germany. It will make an extra dish on the table, at any rate. We want to give Miss Drummond a good spread."
Mabel and Dora demurred, but Aldred was so insistent that in the end they agreed to let her include both the soup and the bread sauce.
"But you"ll have to be answerable for them," maintained Dora, "because we haven"t learnt to make either, and we wanted to practise what we really know to-day, not to try too many fresh experiments."
"Oh, I"ll take the responsibility!" declared Aldred lightly. "We shall have a splendid dinner now. We"ll pick a few apples, and those big yellow plums, for dessert."
"We"d better write a menu, if we"ve so many courses," said Mabel.
"A good idea! We"ll put it in French; it will just delight Mademoiselle.
What a pity we didn"t think of it sooner, and we"d have painted a lovely card on purpose! I suppose there wouldn"t be time now, if I ran and fetched my paint-box?"
"Aldred! With all this cooking still to be done! We haven"t even put away the breakfast things yet!"
"Well, the kettle"s just singing; we"ll wait till it boils. Have you a pencil, Dora, and a sc.r.a.p of paper?"
The list of dishes looked quite imposing and elegant, when written in a foreign language. Aldred regarded it with pride, and copied it in her best handwriting:
MENU.
Potage aux Herbes.
Cotelettes de Mouton aux Legumes.
Sauce Anglaise.
Pommes de Terre au Naturel.
Haricots Verts.
Blancmange.
Pate de Prunes.
Fromage.
Dessert.
Cafe.
"But why have you called the bread sauce _Sauce Anglaise_?" asked Mabel.
"I didn"t know what to put. _Sauce de pain_ doesn"t sound quite right, somehow; and don"t you remember some old Frenchman--was it Voltaire?--said the English were a nation of forty religions, and only one sauce? It"s always supposed to be bread sauce, so I think _Sauce Anglaise_ is a very good name for it."
The kettle by this time had boiled over, which necessitated a careful wiping of the fender and fire-irons. After the washing-up had been successfully accomplished, and the stove stoked, and the damper turned to heat the oven, the girls sallied forth with baskets to the kitchen-garden, to pick fruit and vegetables. Aldred, who was determined to concoct what she imagined to be a really French soup, made a selection of almost every herb she could find--sage, sweet marjoram, thyme, fennel, chervil, sorrel, and parsley, as well as lettuces, leeks, and a few artichokes.
"It shall be exactly like what Madame Pontier described to Aunt Bertha,"
she thought; "and I won"t forget the _soupcon_ of vinegar and olive oil, which she said was so indispensable. Miss Drummond will be quite amazed when she hears I"ve evolved it myself. I suppose some people have a natural talent for cooking, the same as they have for painting. Who first thought of all the recipes in the cookery books, I wonder? It"s far more interesting to try something original than to make the same stew as we had last week with Miss Reade."
Mabel and Dora had hurried back with their baskets, and when Aldred, having secured her miscellaneous collection, followed them leisurely to the cottage, she found them already hard at work, disjointing chops, cutting up carrots and turnips, slicing beans, and peeling potatoes.
"We want to get the meat on in good time, and let it cook gently,"
announced Mabel; "then we can turn our attention to the sweets. Would you rather make the blancmange or the pastry?"
"I don"t care much about either, if you and Dora want to make them,"
said Aldred. "I shall have quite enough with the soup and the bread sauce. I might look after the vegetables, if you like."
As the others agreed to this division of labour, Aldred retired to the scullery, and started operations. There was a small oil cooker here, which she thought she had better use, as there would not be room for everything on the kitchen stove. She chopped up all her various herbs, put them into a pan with some water, and then began to consider the question of seasonings.
"Even Aunt Bertha admitted that French people are cleverer than English at flavourings," she thought. "Madame Pontier said there ought to be a dash of so many things. I"ll try a combination of all sorts of spices, not just plain pepper and salt." So in went a stick of cinnamon, a blade of mace, a few cloves, a teaspoonful of ginger, some grated nutmeg, and some caraway seeds. Aldred had not the least notion of how much or how little const.i.tuted a "dash", so she put a liberal interpretation on the term and added a teacupful of vinegar, and half a bottle of salad oil.