""A rich, with flour, 517.
""Christmas, 517.
""Cold brandy sauce for, 241."
"We shouldn"t care about that, so it"s no use looking.
""Good without eggs, 518.
""Plain, 518."
"We don"t want _that_ anyhow. "Christmas, 517"--that"s the one."
It took her a long time to find the page. Oswald got a shovel of coals and made up the fire. It blazed up like the devouring elephant the _Daily Telegraph_ always calls it. Then Dora read--
""Christmas plum-pudding. Time six hours.""
"To eat it in?" said H.O.
"No, silly! to make it."
"Forge ahead, Dora," d.i.c.ky replied.
Dora went on--
""2072. One pound and a half of raisins; half a pound of currants; three quarters of a pound of breadcrumbs; half a pound of flour; three-quarters of a pound of beef suet; nine eggs; one wine gla.s.sful of brandy; half a pound of citron and orange peel; half a nutmeg; and a little ground ginger." I wonder _how_ little ground ginger."
"A teacupful would be enough, I think," Alice said; "we must not be extravagant."
"We haven"t got anything yet to be extravagant _with_," said Oswald, who had toothache that day. "What would you do with the things if you"d got them?"
"You"d "chop the suet as fine as possible"--I wonder how fine that is?"
replied Dora and the book together--""and mix it with the breadcrumbs and flour; add the currants washed and dried.""
"Not starched, then," said Alice.
""The citron and orange peel cut into thin slices"--I wonder what they call thin? Matilda"s thin bread-and-b.u.t.ter is quite different from what I mean by it--"and the raisins stoned and divided." How many heaps would you divide them into?"
"Seven, I suppose," said Alice; "one for each person and one for the pot--I mean pudding."
""Mix it all well together with the grated nutmeg and ginger. Then stir in nine eggs well beaten, and the brandy"--we"ll leave that out, I think--"and again mix it thoroughly together that every ingredient may be moistened; put it into a b.u.t.tered mould, tie over tightly, and boil for six hours. Serve it ornamented with holly and brandy poured over it.""
"I should think holly and brandy poured over it would be simply beastly," said d.i.c.ky.
"I expect the book knows. I daresay holly and water would do as well though. "This pudding may be made a month before"--it"s no use reading about that though, because we"ve only got four days to Christmas."
"It"s no use reading about any of it," said Oswald, with thoughtful repeatedness, "because we haven"t got the things, and we haven"t got the coin to get them."
"We might get the tin somehow," said d.i.c.ky.
"There must be lots of kind people who would subscribe to a Christmas pudding for poor children who hadn"t any," Noel said.
"Well, I"m going skating at Penn"s," said Oswald. "It"s no use thinking about puddings. We must put up with it plain."
So he went, and d.i.c.ky went with him.
When they returned to their home in the evening the fire had been lighted again in the nursery, and the others were just having tea. We toasted our bread-and-b.u.t.ter on the bare side, and it gets a little warm among the b.u.t.ter. This is called French toast. "I like English better, but it is more expensive," Alice said--
"Matilda is in a frightful rage about your putting those coals on the kitchen fire, Oswald. She says we shan"t have enough to last over Christmas as it is. And Father gave her a talking to before he went about them--asked her if she ate them, she says--but I don"t believe he did. Anyway, she"s locked the coal-cellar door, and she"s got the key in her pocket. I don"t see how we can boil the pudding."
"What pudding?" said Oswald dreamily. He was thinking of a chap he had seen at Penn"s who had cut the date 1899 on the ice with four strokes.
"_The_ pudding," Alice said. "Oh, we"ve had such a time, Oswald! First Dora and I went to the shops to find out exactly what the pudding would cost--it"s only two and elevenpence halfpenny, counting in the holly."
"It"s no good," Oswald repeated; he is very patient and will say the same thing any number of times. "It"s no good. You know we"ve got no tin."
"Ah," said Alice, "but Noel and I went out, and we called at some of the houses in Granville Park and Dartmouth Hill--and we got a lot of sixpences and shillings, besides pennies, and one old gentleman gave us half-a-crown. He was so nice. Quite bald, with a knitted red and blue waistcoat. We"ve got eight-and-sevenpence."
Oswald did not feel quite sure Father would like us to go asking for shillings and sixpences, or even half-crowns from strangers, but he did not say so. The money had been asked for and got, and it couldn"t be helped--and perhaps he wanted the pudding--I am not able to remember exactly why he did not speak up and say, "This is wrong," but anyway he didn"t.
Alice and Dora went out and bought the things next morning. They bought double quant.i.ties, so that it came to five shillings and elevenpence, and was enough to make a n.o.ble pudding. There was a lot of holly left over for decorations. We used very little for the sauce. The money that was left we spent very anxiously in other things to eat, such as dates and figs and toffee.
We did not tell Matilda about it. She was a red-haired girl, and apt to turn shirty at the least thing.
Concealed under our jackets and overcoats we carried the parcels up to the nursery, and hid them in the treasure-chest we had there. It was the bureau drawer. It was locked up afterwards because the treacle got all over the green baize and the little drawers inside it while we were waiting to begin to make the pudding. It was the grocer told us we ought to put treacle in the pudding, and also about not so much ginger as a teacupful.
When Matilda had begun to pretend to scrub the floor (she pretended this three times a week so as to have an excuse not to let us in the kitchen, but I know she used to read novelettes most of the time, because Alice and I had a squint through the window more than once), we barricaded the nursery door and set to work. We were very careful to be quite clean. We washed our hands as well as the currants. I have sometimes thought we did not get all the soap off the currants. The pudding smelt like a washing-day when the time came to cut it open. And we washed a corner of the table to chop the suet on. Chopping suet looks easy till you try.
Father"s machine he weighs letters with did to weigh out the things. We did this very carefully, in case the grocer had not done so. Everything was right except the raisins. H.O. had carried them home. He was very young then, and there was a hole in the corner of the paper bag and his mouth was sticky.
Lots of people have been hanged to a gibbet in chains on evidence no worse than that, and we told H.O. so till he cried. This was good for him. It was not unkindness to H.O., but part of our duty.
Chopping suet as fine as possible is much harder than any one would think, as I said before. So is crumbling bread--especially if your loaf is new, like ours was. When we had done them the breadcrumbs and the suet were both very large and lumpy, and of a dingy gray colour, something like pale slate pencil.
They looked a better colour when we had mixed them with the flour. The girls had washed the currants with Brown Windsor soap and the sponge.
Some of the currants got inside the sponge and kept coming out in the bath for days afterwards. I see now that this was not quite nice. We cut the candied peel as thin as we wish people would cut our bread-and-b.u.t.ter. We tried to take the stones out of the raisins, but they were too sticky, so we just divided them up in seven lots. Then we mixed the other things in the wash-hand basin from the spare bedroom that was always spare. We each put in our own lot of raisins and turned it all into a pudding-basin, and tied it up in one of Alice"s pinafores, which was the nearest thing to a proper pudding-cloth we could find--at any rate clean. What was left sticking to the wash-hand basin did not taste so bad.
"It"s a little bit soapy," Alice said, "but perhaps that will boil out; like stains in table-cloths."
It was a difficult question how to boil the pudding. Matilda proved furious when asked to let us, just because some one had happened to knock her hat off the scullery door and Pincher had got it and done for it. However, part of the emba.s.sy nicked a saucepan while the others were being told what Matilda thought about the hat, and we got hot water out of the bath-room and made it boil over our nursery fire. We put the pudding in--it was now getting on towards the hour of tea--and let it boil. With some exceptions--owing to the fire going down, and Matilda not hurrying up with coals--it boiled for an hour and a quarter. Then Matilda came suddenly in and said, "I"m not going to have you messing about in here with my saucepans"; and she tried to take it off the fire.
You will see that we couldn"t stand this; it was not likely. I do not remember who it was that told her to mind her own business, and I think I have forgotten who caught hold of her first to make her chuck it. I am sure no needless violence was used. Anyway, while the struggle progressed, Alice and Dora took the saucepan away and put it in the boot-cupboard under the stairs and put the key in their pocket.
This sharp encounter made every one very hot and cross. We got over it before Matilda did, but we brought her round before bedtime. Quarrels should always be made up before bedtime. It says so in the Bible. If this simple rule was followed there would not be so many wars and martyrs and law suits and inquisitions and b.l.o.o.d.y deaths at the stake.
All the house was still. The gas was out all over the house except on the first landing, when several darkly-shrouded figures might have been observed creeping downstairs to the kitchen.
On the way, with superior precaution, we got out our saucepan. The kitchen fire was red, but low; the coal-cellar was locked, and there was nothing in the scuttle but a little coal-dust and the piece of brown paper that is put in to keep the coals from tumbling out through the bottom where the hole is. We put the saucepan on the fire and plied it with fuel--two _Chronicles_, a _Telegraph_, and two _Family Herald_ novelettes were burned in vain. I am almost sure the pudding did not boil at all that night.
"Never mind," Alice said. "We can each nick a piece of coal every time we go into the kitchen to-morrow."