Ginger-Snaps

BY FANNY FERN, AUTHOR OF Fern Leaves, — Folly as it Flies, &c.
NEW YORK: Carleton, Publisher, Madison Square. LONDON: S. LOW, SON & CO. MDCCCLXX.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by GEORGE W. CARLETON, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York.
Stereotyped at the WOMEN'S PRINTING HOUSE, Corner Avenue A and Eighth Street, New York.


WHEN I was a little girl, I used to play make ginger-snaps; and I always tossed in all the ginger in the spice-box, be it more or less; so if you find these rather biting, attribute it to the force of early habits. Beside, they are not intended for a square meal; only to nibble at, in the steamboat, or railroad-car, or under the trees in the country; or when your dear, but tardy John, is keeping you waiting, with your gloves buttoned, and your bonnet-strings tied; or, best of all, when you are sitting in your rocking-chair, nursing that dear little baby. I do not think the milk of human kindness is wanting in these Ginger-Snaps, and I trust they are— kneaded .
Fanny Fern.

GINGER-SNAPS.
TO fasten as many drags as possible to the social machinery of to-day, seems to be the first idea of hospitality, which, there is every reason to fear, will gradually be smothered in the process.
Perhaps the lady who gives the dinner-party would really prefer a plain dinner with her friend Mrs. Jones, than all the elaborate dinners she is in the habit of giving and attending; but her husband likes wines and French cookery, and would consider anything else a poor compliment to a guest; and so there's an end.