CHAPTER IX.
POETRY AND PIE.
"Aunt Sarah," questioned Mary one day, "do you mind if I copy some of your recipes ?" "Certainly not, my dear," replied her Aunt.
"And I'd like to copy some of the poems, also, I never saw any one else have so much poetry in a book of cooking recipes." "Perhaps not," replied her Aunt, "but you know, Mary, I believe in combining pleasure with my work, and our lives are made up of poetry and prose, and some lives are so very prosy.

Many times when too tired to look up a favorite volume of poems, it has rested me to turn the pages of my recipe book and find some helpful thought, and a good housewife will always keep her book of recipes where it may be readily found for reference.

I think, Mary, the poem 'Pennsylvania,' by Lydia M.D.

O'Neil, a fine one, and I never tire of reading it over and over again.

I have always felt grateful to my old schoolmaster.