Beat up two eggs with a little water or milk, salt, pepper, chives, and parsley.
Mince small.'-- There! mince small! How am I to mince small when it's all mixed up and running?
'Put a piece of butter the size of your thumb into the frying-pan.'-- Look at my thumb, and look at yours! whose size does she mean?
'Boil, but not brown.'-- If it mustn't be brown, what color must it be?
She won't tell me; she expects me to know, and I don't.
'Pour in the omelette.'-- There! I can do that.

'Allow it to set, raise it round the edge; when done, turn it over to double it.'-- Oh, the number of times I turned it over and doubled it in my head, before you came in to-night! 'Keep it soft; put the dish on the frying-pan, and turn it over.' Which am I to turn over--oh, mercy, try the cold towel again, and tell me which--the dish or the frying-pan ?" "Put the dish on the frying-pan," said Magdalen; "and then turn the frying-pan over.

That is what it means, I think." "Thank you kindly," said Mrs.Wragge, "I want to get it into my head; please say it again." Magdalen said it again.
"And then turn the frying-pan over," repeated Mrs.Wragge, with a sudden burst of energy.

"I've got it now! Oh, the lots of omelettes all frying together in my head; and all frying wrong! Much obliged, I'm sure.
You've put me all right again: I'm only a little tired with talking.
And then turn the frying-pan, then turn the frying-pan, then turn the frying-pan over.

It sounds like poetry, don't it ?" Her voice sank, and she drowsily closed her eyes.