"I'm going to double the recipe, Maggie."
"Law, honey, yo' hadn't best. I 'lows it's more partickiler to get good dat way."
"I can't help it. I want plenty of it so the judges can all have a taste. They'll be sure to give me a prize."
Beth had on an apron in which she was almost lost. In her hand, she held an open cook book from which she read:
"'The whites of five eggs.' Twice five is ten. Give me ten eggs, Maggie."
The good-natured Maggie counted out the desired number.
"I'll break dem for yo', honey."
"No, Maggie, I must do it every bit myself or it wouldn't be fair. Oh, dear me. The yolk has got into this one so it's no good. Another egg, please, Maggie."
All ten of the whites were finally in one dish. Beth tried to beat them and spattered them not only over herself but over the pantry floor.
"Whites of eggs are very slippery, Maggie."