"Probably it will go to Grandmother Emerson so I don"t mind telling you that I think I"ll write a history of our summer at Chautauqua and ill.u.s.trate it."
"That"s the best notion that ever came from Roger," approved James. "I think I"ll make one and give it to Father. The Recognition Day procession and all that, you know."
"Envelopes make me think that we may have some small gifts--cards or handkerchiefs--that we can send in envelopes," said Ethel Blue, "and we ought to decorate them just as much as our boxes."
"They won"t be hard. Any of the ideas we"ve suggested for the boxes will do--flowers and silhouettes, and seals. You"re a smarty with watercolors so you can paint some original figures or a tiny landscape, but the rest of us will have to keep to the pastepot," laughed Margaret.
"For home gifts we can write rhymes to put into the envelopes, but I suppose it wouldn"t do for these European kids," said Tom. "We don"t know where they"re going, you see, and it would never do if an English child got a German rhyme or the other way round."
"O-oh, ne-_ver_," gasped Ethel Blue whose quick imagination sympathized with the feelings of a child to whom such a thing happened. "We"ll have to make them understand through their eyes."
"Fortunately Santa Claus with his pack speaks a language they can all understand," nodded Roger.
"Here comes his humble servant right now," exclaimed Mrs. Hanc.o.c.k at the door.
Tom ran to hold it open for her, and Roger relieved her of the waiter which she was carrying.
"James has to have an egg-nog at this time," she explained, "so I thought all of you might like to be "picked up" after your hard afternoon"s work."
These sentiments were greeted with applause though Tom insisted that the best part of the afternoon was yet to come as he had not yet had a chance to tell about his invention.
"One that you"ll appreciate tremendously, Mrs. Hanc.o.c.k," he said gravely. "All housekeepers will. You must get Margaret to make you one."
"Don"t tell her what it is and I can give it to her for Christmas,"
cried Margaret.
James"s egg-nog and his wafers were placed on the table beside him. The others sat at small tables, of which there were several around the room, and drank their egg-nog and ate their cakes with great satisfaction.
"Tell me how this egg-nog is made," begged Helen. "It is delicious and I"m sure Mother would like to know."
"Mother always has it made the same way," replied Margaret. "I"m sure it is concocted out of six eggs and half a pound of sugar, and three pints of whipped cream and a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg."
"It"s so foamy--that isn"t the whipped cream alone."
"First you beat the yolks of the eggs and the sugar together until it is all frothy. Then you beat the whites of the eggs by themselves until they are stiff and you stir that in gently. Then you put the spice on top of that and lastly you heap the whipped cream on top of the whole thing."
"It"s perfectly delicious," exclaimed Dorothy, "and so is the fruit cake."
"Mother prides herself on her fruit cake. It is good, isn"t it? She"s going to let me make some to send to the orphans."
"Won"t that be great. Baked in ducky little pans like these."
"They"ll keep perfectly, of course."
"Would your mother let us have the receipt now so we could be practicing it to make some too?" asked Dorothy.
"I"m sure she"d be delighted," and Margaret ran off to get her mother"s ma.n.u.script cook book from which Dorothy copied the following receipt:
"Fruit Cake
" cup b.u.t.ter cup brown sugar cup raisins, chopped cup currants cup citron, cut in small pieces cup mola.s.ses 2 eggs cup milk 2 cups flour teaspoon soda 1 teaspoon cinnamon teaspoon allspice teaspoon nutmeg teaspoon cloves teaspoon lemon extract or vanilla
"Sift the flour, soda and spices together. Beat the eggs, add the milk to them. Cream the b.u.t.ter, add the sugar gradually, add the mola.s.ses, the milk and egg, then the flour gradually. Mix the fruit, sift a little flour over it, rub it in the flour, add to it the mixture. Add the extract. Stir and beat well. Fill greased pans two-thirds full. Bake in a moderately hot oven one and a quarter hours if in a loaf. In small sizes bake slowly twenty to thirty minutes."
"I"m ready to hear what Tom"s got to offer," said James, leaning back luxuriously in his chair after the remains of the feast had been taken away.
"Mine is a paper-cutting scheme," responded Tom. "Perhaps it won"t come easy to everybody, but on a small scale I"m something of a paper cutter myself."
"Dull edged?" queried Roger.
"Hm," acknowledged Tom. "I can"t ill.u.s.trate "Cinderella" like the man Della saw, but I can cut simple figures and I want to propose one arrangement of them to this august body."
"Fire ahead," came Roger"s permission.
"It"s just a variation of the strings of paper dolls that I used to make for Della when she was a year or two younger than she is now."
Della received this taunt with a puckered face.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Fold strips of paper and then cut one figure of a little girl"]
"You fold strips of white paper--or blue or yellow or any old color--in halves and then in halves again and then again, until it is about three inches wide. Then you cut one figure of a little girl, letting the tips of the hands and skirts remain uncut. When you unfold the strip you have a string of cutey little girls joining hands. See?"
They all laughed for all of them had cut just such figures when they were children.
"Now my application of this simple device," went on Tom in the solemn tones of a professor, "is to make them serve as lamp shades."
"For the orphans?" laughed Roger.
"For the orphans I"m going to cut about a bushel of strips of all colors. Children always like to play with them just so."
"I don"t see why those of us who can"t draw couldn"t cut a child or a dog or some figure from a magazine and lay it on the folded paper and trace around the edges and then cut it," suggested Dorothy.
[Ill.u.s.tration: A String of Paper Dolls]
"You could perfectly well. All you have to remember is to leave a folded edge at the side, top and bottom. You can make a row of dogs standing on their hind paws and holding hands--forepaws--and the ground they are standing on will fasten them together at the bottom."
"How does the lamp shade idea work out?" asked Helen with Grandfather Emerson"s Christmas gift in mind.
"You cut a string of figures that are fairly straight up and down, like Greek maidens or some conventional vases or a dance of clowns. Then you must be sure that your strip is long enough to go around your shade.
Then you line it with asbestos paper--the kind that comes in a sort of book for the kitchen."
"I see. You paste the strip right on to the asbestos paper and cut out the figures," guessed James.
"Exactly," replied Tom. "After which you paste the ends of the strip together and there you have your shade ready to slip on to the gla.s.s."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Photograph Frame--front]
"What keeps it from falling down and off?"