Oh, and the peach fritters, if I get time to make them.

For dessert--well, maybe I can find a new pie or pudding in the cookbook.

I want to use that cookbook for something, after hunting all this time for it!" In the kitchen Billy found exquisite neatness, and silence.

The first brought an approving light to her eyes; but the second, for some unapparent reason, filled her heart with vague misgiving.

This feeling, however, Billy resolutely cast from her as she crossed the room, dropped her book on to the table, and turned toward the shining black stove.
There was an excellent fire.