Ask her to please send me the recipe if she can remember it." "Probably it failed because she didn't have the real Mexican sugar," said Mary, at the end of the reading.

"It comes in a cone, wrapped in a queer kind of leaf, so I'm sure she didn't have it.

I'll write out the recipe as soon as I get back from my geometry recitation, and add a foot-note, explaining about the sugar." Somehow it was hard for Mary to keep her mind on lines and angles that next hour.

She kept seeing a merry group in the Wigwam kitchen.

Lloyd and Jack and Phil Tremont were all ranged around the white table, cracking pecans, and picking out the firm full kernels, while Joyce presided over the bubbling kettle on the stove.