Many a well-cooked meal owes its failure to please to a lack of proper seasoning.

This is a lesson a young cook must learn.

Neither go to the other extreme and salt food too liberally.

Speaking of salt, my dear, have you read the poem, 'The King's Daughters,' by Margaret Vandegrift?
If not, read it, and then copy it in your book of recipes." "THE KING'S DAUGHTERS." The King's three little daughters, 'neath the palace window straying, Had fallen into earnest talk that put an end to playing; And the weary King smiled once again to hear what they were saying; "It is I who love our father best," the eldest daughter said; "I am the oldest princess," and her pretty face grew red; "What is there none can do without?
I love him more than bread." Then said the second princess, with her bright blue eyes aflame; "Than bread, a common thing like bread! Thou hast not any shame! Glad am I, it is I, not thou, called by our mother's name; I love him with a better love than one so tame as thine, More than--Oh! what then shall I say that is both bright and fine?
And is not common?
Yes, I know.

I love him more than wine." Then the little youngest daughter, whose speech would sometimes halt, For her dreamy way of thinking, said, "Nay, you are both in fault.
'Tis I who love our father best, I love him more than salt." Shrill little shrieks of laughter greeted her latest word, As the two joined hands exclaiming.