"William says you're getting to be quite a cook." "Well, maybe," conceded Billy, doubtfully.

"Oh, I can do some things all right; but just wait till Pete and Eliza go away again, and Bertram brings home a friend to dinner.

That'll tell the tale.

I think now I could have something besides potato-mush and burned corn--but maybe I wouldn't, when the time came.

If only I could buy everything I needed to cook with, I'd be all right.