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Penelope's Progress
the former beverage became too unsettled on its journey from the kitchen to the breakfast-table. She says she kens she is a guid cook, though salf-praise is sma' racommendation (sma' as it is she will get no other!); but we have little opportunity to test her skill, as she prepares only our breakfasts of eggs and porridge. Visions of home-made goodies had danced before our eyes, but as the hall clock doesna strike she is unable to rise at any exact hour, and as the range draft is bad, and the coals too hard to batter up vi' a hatchet, we naturally have to content ourselves with the baker's loaf.
And this is a truthful portrait of "Calamity Jane," our one Pettybaw grievance.
