Dinner was served, during the time, with a punctuality that was rarely a minute at fault, while every article of food brought upon the table, fairly tempted the appetite.

Light rolls, rice cakes, or "Sally Luns," made without suggestion on my part usually met us at tea time.

In fact, the very delight of Margaret's life appeared to be in cooking.

She was born for a cook.
Moreover, strange to say, Margaret was good-tempered, a most remarkable thing in a good cook; and more remarkable still, was tidy in her person, and cleanly in her work.
"She is a treasure," said I to my husband, one day, as we passed from the dining-room, after having partaken of one of her excellent dinners.
"She's too good," replied Mr.Smith--"too good to last.

There must be some bad fault about her--good cooks always have bad faults--and I am looking for its appearance every day." "Don't talk so, Mr.Smith.There is no reason in the world why a good cook should not be as faultless as any one else." Even while I said this, certain misgivings intruded themselves.