The potatoes were now placed in a row at the bottom of the trench and covered with a good layer of hot ashes.

The fire was now drawn back over the ashes that covered the potatoes and permitted to burn briskly.
At the end of an hour he brushed the fire back at one end sufficiently to allow a long slender splinter to be pushed down through the ashes and through a potato.

The splinter did not penetrate the potato easily and the fire was drawn in again to burn for another quarter of an hour.

Then it was raked out and the potatoes removed, to find that, while the skins were not in the least burned or even scorched, the potatoes were done to a turn.
"You couldn't have baked them better in your oven, Margaret," laughed Doctor Joe.
"I never could have baked un half as well," admitted Margaret, adding, "'tis a wonderful way of cookin'." "Doctor Joe's fine cookin' everything," declared Andy.

"I always likes his cookin' wonderful well." "Thank you, Andy.