And to give Marta an opportunity of showing her way of making noodles to Mrs. Welles, Molly decided to have noodle soup and roast beef for dinner.
They all three set to work to remove the traces of the night before. While Marta swept, Molly and her friend washed up dishes and returned them to their places. When all was done, Molly said, “What can I make with the spare yolks of eggs from yesterday?”
“How many are there?”
“Four,—two from the omelette soufflé and two from clearing the soup.”
“Then make a French rice cake for dinner.”
“You make it, for I don’t know how. And now you are here, I want to cook a calf’s head. You are fond of it, I know, and one is too much for us alone; besides, there are so many English ways of cooking it. I only know one.”
“Get the head, and I will show you half a dozen dishes from it. Do you want mock-turtle soup?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Then we will use half for that purpose, and the other we will do various things with.”
Molly had already ordered her butcher to get one for her one day this week. He had sent word it would be ready this morning, and she was expecting it.