Stop worrying--about me.

Whatever my just desserts are, they'll overtake me fast enough.

Hurrah! Here is our little Anne.

Did you have a nice time, dear, and what did you cook for supper ?" "I always have a nice time at Ruth's," smiled Anne, "but, if you had seen the three cooks all trying to spoil the broth and succeeding beyond their wildest expectations, you would have been greatly edified." "I can imagine Arline Thayer gravely bending over that little gas stove of Ruth's," said Grace.
"She had all sorts of splendid ideas about what we might make, but no one had the slightest idea as to how to make anything she proposed." "I am afraid none of us would ever set the world on fire as cooks," observed Elfreda with sarcasm.
"Where's Miriam ?" asked Anne, slipping out of her coat and unpinning her hat.
"Writing to her mother," returned Elfreda.

"Now tell us what you cooked." Frequent bursts of laughter arose as Anne described Arline's valiant attempt at making a Spanish omelet from a recipe in a cook-book she had purchased that very day for twenty-five cents at the little book store just below the campus.