Identifier: stnicholasserial301dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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chenin solitude. One moment too long, and thesteamed custards would separate ; one mo-ment too little steaming, and they would beunderdone; for such a delicate task Grand-mother Esling could not share her domainwith a cake-maker, so, there being no one tobe shocked, Beth had taken her ingredientsinto the parlor, and there was whipping hercake into a degree of goodness that almostproved the efficacy of corporal punishment. Here they are! cried Elsie, running backinto the parlor. Here they are ! And grand-ma says she thinks those custards will be donein ten minutes, and you can put your cake inthe minute they re out. All right; thanks, Elsie, said Beth, siftingthe flour with its baking-powder contents intothe cake, and adding the raisins from the smallbowl in a delightful mass. Now I 11 tell you .902.) BETH OF QUEERIN PLACE. H3 one least bit of a Christmas present you re tohave : you are to sit up for my party till thevery last girl has gone home. I know it; grandma told me, said Elsie.
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PRESENT, BETH And / know a little surprise that you are tohave; it s something about music. Oh, did grandpa get some of the orches-tra ? He said once he thought he might. Did he, truly, Elsie? cried Beth, scattering flour recklessly in her excitement. Elsie nodded hard, being prevented from speaking for the moment by half a ginger cooky. Three violins, oneharp, a flute, grandpahimself with the big fid-dle— they re all goingI to play for you; I malmost crazy! criedElsie, getting rid ofthe impediment to herspeech in an incrediblyshort time. Beths face cleared ofall trace of worry. Witha shout of triumph, shesnatched her small sisteraround the waist and ex-ecuted a sort of inspiredfandango. It s simply fine ! she cried. Only think !a regular orchestra !Why, none of the girlsever have had more thana piano-player, exceptMinnie Ivers, when herbrother played the violinfor us. But he was onlytaking lessons, and hecould nt do much ; hetried the Intermezzo,and nearly broke down.Still, he was

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