"In town there's never any time to get things in and meals are a perfect nuisance.

Here they seem to be the only breaks in the day." "That," replied Sandy sententiously, "is because you're leading an idle existence.

You're not doing anything--so of course there's no time to do it in." "Not doing anything?
Well, what is there to do ?" She flung out her hands with an odd little gesture of hopelessness.

"Besides, I am doing something--I learned how to make puddings yesterday, and to-morrow I'm to be initiated into soup jellies--you know, the kind of stuff you trot around to old women in the village at Christmas time." "Can't the cook make them ?" "Of course she can.

But Lady Gertrude is appalled at my lack of domestic knowledge--so soup jellies it has to be." Sandy regarded her thoughtfully.